Yes Davedrave - it is very exciting making finds like that. If we get lucky there is so much information on a headstone, and even luckier if we find several in one location.
I had a similar experience in Scotland when I visited a cemetery in Ayrshire to visit the grave of my great grandparents. I had previously discovered a small photograph of the grave amongst my grandmothers photos in NZ a few years earlier, and while in Scotland, wanted to visit the cemetery in a little coal mining village. While walking around looking for the grave, I noticed many more of my family names, both maternal and paternal! I didn't know who they were, but knew they must have been related somehow! (Have since been able to find where they fitted). My grandparents were both born in that village, and so were my great grandparents, so that wasn't really surprising, but it wasn't something I'd expected, or even thought of. That was exciting! 3 or 4 generations!
I walked all around with my notebook, jotting down all the names and details! Took me ages! After a good few hours writing them all in my notebook, I remembered I had my camera with me, so decided to go back the next day and take photos of them all. I was there for the whole day! The weather was great as well, and it was all in all a great find, exciting - and quite emotional!
I also have a grave to visit in Australia later on this year, one that was found for me in Australia by another Rootschatter. It's the grave of a relative who was an Archdeacon in the Anglican Church in Melbourne. His wife and daughter are also in the grave. Such a shame though, it's quite a prominent monument, but in an awful condition, all there, but in several pieces, which is very sad. This couple had 8 children, but only one who survived, and that's the daughter who's in the same grave.
The other ones I have, are all local, I knew where they were too, as they are those of my parents, their parents, and other relatives from both families, in two different locations. It used to be a tradition of my grandparents to visit the cemetery on Sunday's after church, and as a child when staying with them, I was the water girl, collecting water in the watering can from a nearby tap and watering the little gardens that my Nan had made in the big family plot!
So yes, definitely a degree of sadness with young deaths, and vandalism, but moments too of joy to treasure!
Jeanne