Reflection on the Past

As I sit here, looking at the statue I had placed over the grave of Rebeka, it takes me back to the days of turmoil in my life. It was late in the eighteen-hundreds, and life has changed so much that I'm not the same person that I was back then—very happily married with two kids, a boy and a girl, whom I love deep in my heart, and my spirit rides with them no matter where they go.