the little headstones always make me melancholy. This one was broken and lying rather haphazardly in the leaves between two larger stones in a much older section of the graveyard we visited this weekend. I did not get the sense that any of the three were related, alas. Someone was obviously loved, but I wonder, where did Darling’s people go?
I am taking some flowers to Darling this week. I don’t actually know who he or she was, but figure that it is good to be remembered.