I was drawn to the scent in the air from these flower clusters. Maybe they are the ones making me have a touch of the sniffles. I have been traveling and stopped at this church near where my family homesteaded. Walking down the aisle to go up and light a few candles and offer prayer, each pew creaked like someone was sitting in them. I laughed a bit thinking it could be family from the past craning their necks to see who I was. I went to the front and then walked down the outside aisle, looking at windows where one had my family name as the donor. I went outside and decided to return and see if the pews creaked again and was met only with silence.
This church is near where my family homesteaded in SE Nebraska. Below is a window a distant member contributed. I am fourth generation, and as many don't seem to remember we are all immigrants at one time.
So ones soul can go to heaven.