" In 2006 I relocated from Florida to St. Louis, MO (which is actually my hometown). Once I arrived back into the city I began to ponder what this new life was going to bring.
I left St. Louis in August of 1994 for school (Fisk University) and returned in August of 2006. I was not in the city for two weeks and I decided to go the cemetery (Washington Park Cemetery) to visit the grave of my father. My father’s remains have been interred there since August of 1978. As a child, adolescent, and young adult growing up any time that there was a need to remember or at least honor my father my mother took my sister and I out to visit his grave (which eerily had my name on it). The entire event of visiting his grave was taxing emotionally; from us getting dressed to the drive all the way to Berkeley. Initially I felt as though we (my sister, mother, and I) were being punished by his death but I now realize that everything that happens to us happens for a reason and that even when we seemingly loose we actually win. I now understand that the good and the bad that occurs in life is what make’s us who we are. I know that it is a different way of thinking about life and its challenges but I really believe that it all (the good as well as the bad) works together for our good.
My father is not our only relative interred at the property; my maternal grandmother Olevia Cobb, maternal great grandmother Odessa Cobb, paternal grandmother Theodossia Bailey, paternal uncle Roy Bailey, and of course my direct life-line my father Mr. Kevin Garrett Bailey"