This should be our month. We both share a birth month, me at the beginning and you right at the very end. This would probably have been the first birthday you had a general awareness, you would probably have made some cute colouring for me at nursery that I would have cherished for years.
The baby and child section of the cemetery is an interesting place; you can tangibly feel the hopes and dreams mothers had for their child. I only ever see the mothers, we all drive up silently and methodically with our dark sunglasses, understanding and sharing in each other's grief but no words are spoken.
