It is a long story but I will condense it. I had to wait for a funeral procession for well over an hour in a cemetary in Chicago. I walked among the tombstones and started reading them. They were like mini family histories, full of love, sadness, life lessons and short stories. Because of that experience I have had a fascination with graveyards and headstones.
These headstones were at the side entrance to St. Mary's Abbotts Church in Kensington London. Since they were placed there much building has transpired and the words are worn away with the passage of time. Yet they stand tall as to protect the old Church for future generations and to remind those who enter now that St. Mary's still exists because of these souls.