I went this morning to the Maple Grove Cemetery again. As soon as you stepped onto the ground of the cemetery, you could almost touch the tranquility in the air. It was, in fact, a kind of tranquility inside yourself. It seemed to have a magic power to quiet down your thoughts and make you reflect on the meaning of many things you fight for in this mortal world. And then you would realize what was the most important thing in the remaining years of your life.
There were many story stones in this cemetery and it was interesting to read the life story about the person who lay right there six feet under the ground. The other day, David and I read the story about a Black Jazz musician buried there. As a matter of fact, the altar on which the Angel of Sorrows stood was also one of the story stones. It was about a person named Stephen Miretti. He started his career as a pastor and undertaker. Somehow he became rich later in his life. He became a philanthropist and donated in New York 199 plots to people who could not afford the burial ground after they died.