Easter Smith stops by Lovedale Memorial Cemetery at least twice a month. She lays flowers on Mother’s Day; at Christmas she wraps and leaves small boxes to look like presents.
“This is my brother,” Smith says, pointing down at the marker. “My uncle is here. We’ve been fighting with them to put his headstone in that my mom paid for.”
They’ve been fighting to get the headstone for decades, Smith says. Her mother had the paperwork. But in 2012, her mother passed away too. Without the headstone, you can’t tell her uncle’s body was buried here.