Henry's Stick

My first grandchild picked up this stick at the start of his first great adventure. He walked or rather toddled and stumbled into the field at the back of his house, went through the farmyard and finally up the village street back to home. That was 14 years ago. He was 18 months old and sadly we lost him shortly after. He slipped away during the night without warning. We never learned what had taken him. It was designated Sudden Infant Death. He was a smashing little chap.
There is always an upside in life though and my two gorgeous granddaughters, who feature from time to time in my blip diary, would not have arrived as and when they did, without Henry.