Walking around the cemetery, I looked in awe at all the beautiful monuments.
Wow, it never gets old, I thought.
Aged 10, I was with my parents, Mary and Joe, on one of our regular cemetery visits.
A family tradition, we’d meet Mum’s brothers and sisters there, and pay our respects to our relatives who’d passed.
The adults tidied up the graves of our loved ones and put down flowers.
And while my bored cousins often sat in the car waiting, I’d walk around, looking at
