Whenever I am at this cemetery, I like to stop by this grave. Mary, my great grandmother's younger sister, died when she was in her early twenties. I think she had cholera or one of the diseases caused by unsantitary conditions and lack of modern medicine like antibiotics. I think I heard a story that she was engaged when she died and the family considered her death a great sadness. I never saw a picture of this Mary who died so young, just at the start of her adult life. The century hadn't turned to the 1900s by the time of her death.
Some people consider cemeteries morbid and sad. I find that I like to visit cemeteries. These places are a connection to the past. I like to remember the people who lived and died. When my dad was dying he kept saying that it would be like camping, being out there at the cemetery. At the time, it seemed like an odd image and not one I was ready to hear. But today when I visit these resting dead, I can see that, "yes, Dad," it is a little like camping.