After yesterday's funeral, I sought out this part of the chidren's garden at the crematorium. I knew the baby whose plaque is under this white rose. He had a great and cheerful grin, even at only seven weeks. He liked tigers, according to his parents. The names they chose for him reflected his Irish heritage and honoured his grandfathers.
He would have been a teenager now.
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