In appreciation of gravestones and monuments

The other day, I found the grave marker of my baby sister. It was an emotional moment, because I was eight when she died as an infant in 1961. She had laid in that spot unvisited for almost twenty years because the only people with sure knowledge of her whereabouts had all passed on. When I found her grave, I saw where other baby angels had been interred. Their gravestones looked as neglected as my sister’s had been.