I Found My Baby's Grave in My Husband's Backyard

For six years of marriage, Calvin and I had always gone back to our own hometowns separately for Memorial Day.

This year, I decided to visit the cemetery in the Lyons family's hometown. I wanted to surprise him.

But after searching for what felt like forever, the only thing I found was a small, low grave marker etched with the Lyons family name.

A villager told me what it was.

"That's the Lyons' child who died a few years back. Poor little thing."

Calvin had mentioned it before. His older brother's posthumous child was born the same day as our son. One didn't survive.