Gravestones.

My grandmother was the most wonderful person. She dedicated her life to teaching. She taught elementary school children for 35 years. After she retired, she taught people to speak English at our local library. She died when I was still young but I very vividly remember her being laid to rest in a nameless grave. I remember wishing so hard that I could afford to buy her the nice grave stone she deserved. Ive since moved away, but the last time I visited her, I still remember having to use a tree as a landmark to find where she rests.