Flowers For Christian.

Took six assorted bags of stuff to the charity shop.

Then to the pet shop for cat biscuits and Aldi for flowers.

Finally, to the cemetery only to find Christian's vase smashed to pieces.  Either blown over in the wind or knocked over by an animal.

But I had a lovely conversation with a young woman and her Dad, sitting at a grave, near to Christian.

She asked me if I was related to Christian, and I said, yes, I'm his Mum.

She was really lovely, and said she always talks to Christian when she comes up.

We had quite a long conversation, and I told her a bit about Christian.

She said it was lovely to know more about him, and felt she knew him better now.

I thought this was rather nice.