I’ve always carried this quiet belief that no one truly wants to be forgotten. Even the humblest life holds a hope; that someone, somewhere, will remember we were here. That we mattered, that our story didn’t simply dissolve into the soil, or drift away on the winds of time. It’s that belief, that has shaped me for years, but it wasn’t until recently that it became something more than a feeling. It became a responsibility. My journey into the unmarked graves of St.Marys began

Within the quiet expanse of East Ward Park lie hundreds of stories—tales of triumph and sorrow, buried but far from forgotten. This is one

​Stanley’s journey with the Perth Regiment began when he was just 19, and by 21, he was overseas, part of the grueling Italian Campaign.

​Back in the early 20th century, marble was a popular choice for headstones, and for good reason! It’s a naturally beautiful stone, with

My journey as a Headstone cleaner and where we are going.

I feel like a detective, uncovering hidden details from the past.

How for I approach clients? Without it being weird.

Canadian climate effects on monuments

Someone must care for these monuments.

Chasing dreams

Update on business

More on my start up saga of a headstone cleaning business

The business grows, I get my second job

St.Marys Old Ward Park, the first cemetery in town was once relocated...or was it.

My First Stone - Near and Dear