As morbid as it may sound, my mom and I used to love going to old graveyards. We'd look at all the old graves and try to put the pieces of a story together. We always found something sad about the graves of babues and to this day, I still say a prayer for the baby soul represented by the grave.
As morbid as it may sound, my mom and I used to love going to old graveyards. We'd look at all the old graves and try to put the pieces of a story together. We always found something sad about the graves of babues and to this day, I still say a prayer for the baby soul represented by the grave.
ReplyDeleteMy heart always breaks a little for these headstones.
ReplyDeleteIt's always sad to see the little headstones.
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