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.
I always enjoy a walk through a graveyard. Monuments fascinate me. Last summer I found this nearly abandoned cemetery. I use mostly my own photographs on this blog, so many of the old monuments were interesting and I have used their images here. In the back of the cemetery, I found these lonely markers. Some were stones, but most of them were these little tag markers. Today, I want to pay tribute to these short little lives that left behind them broken hearts. I have known parents who grieve short lives, and I think most of us who have never known that grief often wonder when the grief will end and do not know what to say. Today, let us remember that the lives the little ones left behind grieved sometimes in secret and carried these lives in their hearts the rest of their lives.