Went to visit the grave of my great-grandmother the other day. I had to introduce myself as we had never lived at  the same time. Her death preceded my life by 13 years. What I know of her was told to me by her last surviving daughter. I was trying to remember her maiden name and it took until the next morning as I was waking for the name to come to me.  As you may know one is very open upon waking and  then again when drifting off to sleep. The same thing happened when I was trying to recall the maiden name of my maternal great-grandmother. The answer was there first thing in the morning. Since my own mother is gone I think I was looking to those who ve gone before as to what I am meant to do.   We all need confirmation from time to time. The gates to the cemetery have luckystones around them. I usually take one with me when I go.  The back of the stone  had writing on it. The words?........... what love is.