I believe this is the grave of little Willie Adams who died October 23, 1877, age 4 months, 22 days, in Sacramento, California. This little stone touched me so when we visited the cemetery on Saturday – and I had no idea when I looked it up today that the dear child died on this day (which is also my birthday).
It sends a shudder down my spine but at the same time fills my heart that this dear baby was so loved, and after 135 years not forgotten. He was just at that age when babies start to laugh and really see the world around them.
Sweet slumber little Willie. You were loved and I believe the love never dies.