We believe the dead have a voice and to hear that voice we honor them. Even if the soft whispers do not gently sail in on the waves of static, the dead have a voice nevertheless. Do you hear the words from the stones that wait patiently to reveal themselves? Do you see their faces and eyes telling their stories of life, death and in between? Do you see the dead and rotting flowers that speak of memory, love and loss? Do you see the flat, weathered plates, stones and boards singing soflty epic dirges? The dead have a voice and they tell us of things so profound most of the living refuse to hear. The dead have a voice and we believe. For if we remain deaf to their whispers, is to admit that we are nothing. MJB
"We believe the dead have a voice and we honor them by listening."