Connie & Ingrid
I was taking a stroll through a local cemetery this afternoon and happened to find myself in an area I have not been before. There were many markers for children, babies mostly. I wonder about these families. A birth with all the joy it offers but then hours, days or sometimes weeks later it all comes crashing down.
I find it especially poignant that this marker with all the hope and love and care that it was placed here with, now after about forty years it has fallen into decay. It was all so very sad.
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