From my hill I can look across the ridge to where Mount Hope Church seems to float amid the trees, a half mile or so away. Not visible in summer of course, but easy to see in early Spring and late Fall and winter.
The church has been on this ridge for many years--built, I believe, in 1914. Although it is called Church of God it's actually nondenominational. The graveyard nearby is the final home for many people I have known during my 35 years here. That is in its way a comforting thought. They never really leave because they are still here among us, and I think about them each time I pass. And around here, those who have been gone many years are still spoken of as if they just left yesterday.
Which goes back to the old story: no one is truly dead as long as one person speaks his name and remembers him.