The death of a child rends the heart. Often we who have not lost a child do not understand or dare to allow ourselves to understand the depth of pain. Perhaps by looking at children’s graves we might begin to understand. These were lives filled with potential. Potential is endless which makes the grief so difficult to bear at times. Maybe when we meet someone who has lost a child we might remember the tenderness of these well-tended graves and be kind to those who grieve deeply. The loss is great. The pain is great. The love is great.