In a Botanic Garden groves, the Giant sequoia stood. No one could say exactly how old she was. Visitors to the Garden came to admire her beauty, especially couples in love who adored her and called her Coy. Until one summer a storm of unprecedented proportions came. They had no idea that this one would be fatal for Roy; that this would be his final season.

I look at tombstones and wooden crosses, read the names on them, and think about how I used to be terrified of cemeteries. But cemeteries are places of tranquility where people who once walked this land are laid to rest, leaving a mark that affects the lives of those of us who currently share this earth.