I can certainly understand what it is like to just walk to a grave, as though I had been led there.

My Uncle and I spent one Sunday July afternoon in several couties West to South West of SanAntonio, Texas looking for our ancestors headstones. He had the route all maped out in his head so that we could make one big circle, stopping at about 8 cemeteries. I was suprised that he was so good at finding the town cemeteries without a map.

Anyway, it seemed that everytime I got out of the truck to start looking I just walked straight to the headstone. I am not talking about just going down rows, I would literally take off scanning headstones in no particular order and within about five minutes be standing in front of the one that I was looking for.

I remember a similar situation towards the end of the day, when I was hot, sweaty and just tired. I thought this is it, I am not looking anymore. I was standing looking at the rows up in front of the row that I was standing on, just standing so that I would not have to walk anymore than I had to in the heat. As it turned out I was standing within 1 foot, directly in front of a headstone that was situated out in the middle of this section of cemetery by itself. As I backed up so that I could read the headstone that I was standing in front of it said Dow Yarbrough. That was my great great grandfather. I had such a strange feeling come over me when I looked down and saw his headstone. It alsmost felt as though I had been there before or that his headstone was very familiar somehow and this was a man that I had never met. Most of the graves we visited that day were of ancestors that I had never met in my lifetime.

My Uncle had even made a remark several times during the day that it was like I was attracted to the headstones or in tune in someway. That whole day I really felt like I was being led to those headstones. There was only one cemetery that my uncle knew where the headstones were all located. All of the other cemeteries that we went to I just walked pretty much straight to the headstones.

I don't know if this was just a coincidence or not, maybe luck was on my side since we had so many cemeteries to do in such a short amount of time before I returned home. I certainly know that this was the only time that I have ever gone to any cemeteries since then that I felt as though I was being led to the headstones.