What I find endlessly fascinating is that when it’s all said and done we have a few words carved into marble, cast into concrete or set in stone. Each character comes at a price and there is a limit. So emotion and practicality collides. As a result we have the Name and date or year of birth and death. Sometimes a poem but more often what they meant to us.
Men often have just their name while their female partners have “His Wife” attached as though she has no value as her own person. This cemetery that is across from a Lutheran and Baptist church has more matching sets with “Husband” and “Wife” stones than I have seen in any others in this area.