It brings back memories of my daughter when she was a child. There was a statue of the Blessed Mother outside our Church. Each Sunday, she would walk over to it, look up at Mary, carry on a conversation, bend over to pick up a dandelion or pretty pebble and deposit it at her feet. These memories are so precious and cherished.
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What a lovely remembrance. The parents in this story were so lucky to get a picture, but memories such as yours last forever. :)