In the northwest quarter of the Table Rock Cemetery is an imposing stone. It marks the resting place of Mary Fulton. She died in 1907.
Mary’s husband Al chose an epitaph: “A voice I loved is stilled.” I recently found the poem from which those poignant words were crafted, author unknown:
A precious one from us has gone,
A voice we loved is stilled,
A place is vacant in our home,
Which never…