Quite often, as I am out looking for photos, my travels take me past a small local cemetery. For whatever reason, perhaps because of it’s location all by itself in the extreme corner right next to the road, this particular headstone always grabs my attention.
Until today, I’ve never taken the time to stop and read the inscription. I’m saddened to see that “Billie” died at only three years of age. A precious life cut far too short. Still, it does my heart good to see that someone is paying their respects to this dearly departed young soul.
Rest well Billie!
Day 151
Rich Proctor 