“...She loved walking through cemeteries, especially old ones. She didn’t see decrepit stones, she saw badges of honour and lives celebrated. She read the epitaphs carved in stone. Some of these were clues; expressions of important values held by the deceased. The ones with short summaries of the person's life triggered her imagination of what they must have been like. It was both solemn and beautiful, and she felt immense gratitude as she respectfully made her way...”