I've always been fascinated by cemeteries and it started at a young age. I would happily go to St Mary's church in Plympton and study the gravestones. I was always drawn to one grave in particular, that of Michael Clyne Wasley, who died aged just eight months in 1945.
What's particularly poignant about Michael's grave is that every Christmas, new flowers are placed on it.
As the years have gone by, we have wondered who still keeps up the remembrance. His parents, if they're alive, would be very old now. Is it a sibling perhaps?
I created a scrapbook layout to ponder this and to reflect on a baby whose life may have been short but has never been forgotten.
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