Saturday 19th December

I was beginning to get worried that I wouldn’t see you today.
Dad drove past about eight thirty this morning.
I tried three times this afternoon.
Each time the gates were padlocked.
What on earth was going on?

I made phone calls, sent emails, complaint forms filled out.

The cemetery seemed impenetrable.

The last Saturday before Christmas, surely there would be many people wishing to visit loved ones, placing Christmas wreaths and the like.

But the last time we tried, when it was almost dusk, miraculously someone had come along and swung the gates open wide.

Thank goodness.

I don’t think I could go a day without visiting you, or having our little chat together.

I brought you some sleigh bells, that your Auntie had found, and another little horse.

I miss you sweetie pie, I really do.
It’s just not the same at all.

But, I was so pleased, and relieved that we finally were able to see you.

So, Goodnight my Angel.
Have a happy, sweet dream.

Love you so much.
xxxxx