Looking for a little boy

I went for a walk along the canal with my friend B today when the rain eased off. Friday's heron was there, looking for his lunch. You can see him here.

On the way home I passed a cemetery and was struck by this statue. I went to look at the grave, which was that of a little boy who died in 1928. Maybe this is his mother, looking for him still. I do have ghost stories in mind, having just read a good one, "The Greatcoat" by Helen Dunmore. I have also undertaken to write one, or two, or more!