Sad tale

Occasionally, gravestone inscriptions strike a louder than usual, dissonant minor chord. Searching for a postbox this morning, I cut through to Constitution St and grabbed a couple of photos, including this one. I didn't read it until I was waiting to be invited into an inner sanctum for the meeting I was in Leith for. It's the rapidity of it that shocks: losing 8 and 7 year old sons and then spouse, all within a couple of years. Probably too early for cholera. Which sort of puts other worries into perspective.

Later to NLS. FirstBorn returns tomorrow. We're promised lots of muddy laundry.