I know this might sound creepy but last week when I went to visit my father's grave, my daughter and I went for a stroll around the cemetery and happened upon the area with the children's graves, the ones with headstones.
My dad's grave is near the children's lawn cemetery but there is another area where you can't help but notice how small the graves are and how touching the headstones are.
One of the headstones was for a little girl called Rosanna Maria, and it was joyful and sorrowful.
Joyful for the life that had been and sorrowful for the all the days that could have been but would never be.
Such a pretty name, like music.
I didn't take note of her surname or the dates of her life.
I could see her family's love in the beautiful headstone and her name has been in my head ever since.
This is my Rosanna Maria, a girl with laughter in her eyes and music in her name.