As a small child, I found myself intrigued by each cemetery that I had visited. Unlike many children and even adults, I understood from an early age that death is a natural part of life and not something to be afraid of. Likewise, I understood that each cemetery was very much alive and each proclaims its own unique historical heritage of both its inhabitants as well as the surrounding areas.

These are the large open spaces of trees, grass, and stone. Each stone is a personalized monument of remembrance for all those who came before us. They are the quiet places where, as you listen to the gentle breezes that dance through the leaves of the trees, one can hear the distant voices of times gone by who want their stories to be told.

As a small child, I found myself intrigued by each cemetery that I had visited. Unlike many children and even adults, I understood from an early age that death is a natural part of life and not something to be afraid of. Likewise, I understood that each cemetery was very much alive and each proclaims its own unique historical heritage of both its inhabitants as well as the surrounding areas.

These are the large open spaces of trees, grass, and stone. Each stone is a personalized monument of remembrance for all those who came before us. They are the quiet places where, as you listen to the gentle breezes that dance through the leaves of the trees, one can hear the distant voices of times gone by who want their stories to be told.