Graving and my Baby Uncle
Walking through the cemetery one cold, but sunny Winter afternoon led me to my dad's family plot, where my Grandpa is buried along with his parents and other family members, most of whom I never had the privilege of knowing. What caught my attention was a small grave, overgrown with grass and weeds, that said simply, "Baby Maier". There was a birth date, which was also the death date....that's all. I have a vague memory of my Grandma telling me that she and my Grandpa had had a stillborn baby... Sign in to see full entry.