Remembering.

Today has been a beautiful day.  I pottered in the garden this morning, before making my way up to the cemetery.

When I came back I did some tidying up, but not a lot.

Then late this afternoon I had a phone call from a friend in England, our husband's were in the Navy together.

She rang to tell me her grandson had died yesterday morning.  He was 11 months and 2 days old.

He was born with Prader-Willi syndrome which is a genetic disorder.  Even though he had problems, and was in hospital at the time, I don't think they were expecting him to die so soon.

My friend was so upset, and it's so hard to help someone over the phone.

So, for Billy, may you now find some peace.

(The wooden ark used to belong to Christian.)