Focus on Oak Lawn Cemetery: "We remember you . . . in the rising of the sun . . . in the blowing of the wind . . . in the opening of buds . . . in the rustling of leaves . . . You are a part of us as we remember you." Here is a poem that must have been written when the matriarch of the family died; she was the first to go. Her loved ones' hearts were full of memories and they wept. Now, the granite hearts are weeping too.