R.I.P Five Wee People

T's mother is buried at this lovely cemetery in the countryside of southwest Michigan. We visit regularly and often stop by a few other graves, strangers, but they touch us in some way. Especially these. Time has blurred their inscriptions but we have determined they were all less than ten years old. Epidemic? Likely given the consistency of the stones. There is also the little one off to the left under the protection of the massive tree. Heartbreaking, yes, but I am sure they are visited often.