Wandering around an old abandoned graveyard in the middle of nowhere. I’m admiring the old decaying  graves and paying my respects to the long dead and I come across a meticulously maintained mini grave of a little boy who died in 1978 at only 4.5 months. Now I’m howling over a little boy I never met, sobbing from that primal place that unites all mothers. 
Rest in peace little Desmond. 
All my love to Jean. 😭