Yesterday, while I searched for old family graves, I discovered this beautiful, poignant statue. It speaks so eloquently of loss and sadness, youth and great age. I couldn’t find dates that were most likely worn away by time, but it’s obviously very old. She wears not only clothing of stone, but also a patina that marks the passage of time. While we can’t know her silent and steadfast story, it’s impossible not to imagine that this perpetual child marks the final resting place of a beloved little daughter lost too soon. I hope her beautiful presence brought her grieving family a measure of peace.