Against the wall in Dysart Cemetery, is the grave of my great grandparents David Ramsay and Mary Fisher, along with their daughter Jean. They are the only Ramsay relatives I could find in Dysart, and although the grave wasn’t overgrown, it doesn’t look as though it’s regularly tended.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the family, probably because I don’t know very much about them. My great grandparents died before I was born, and even my grandad died when I was eleven. I have no memories of meeting any of his siblings, though my mum assures me I did.
Looking at the photos of the Ramsays my mum gave me, they mostly looked happy – especially my great grandfather.
I really like the simplicity of my great grandparents’ headstone – and particularly the line “worthy of remembrance.”
I don’t think you could really say anything better about someone.