Highgate Village and the Beauty of a Great Cemetery

By Kristy Taylor
About a year ago, I got a phone call early one Friday morning.  It was one of my sisters calling to say my oldest sister was in the hospital with a pulmonary embolism and one of us had to get on a plane and go help out for the next week.  The catch:  she lived in London.  After a few more phone calls within the family (then a few more to babysitters, carpoolers, and American Airlines), I was elected the most available, and since I’m always willing to hop on a plane and go to London, I left my home in Texas and my four children twelve hours later.  What followed was one of my f...