Updated 2:22 p.m. July 11, 2021: See bottom of entry.
Happy Birthday, Chester J. Rivers, Forever Dearly Loved Little One. Today is your 60th birthday in a life that you didn't get to live.
OK, let me be clear: In a life you didn't get to live in this particular reality. I phrase it that way, Little One, because surely you have and are living other lives across infinity and eternity.
I still want to look up -- once things settle down and get back to semi-normal, and assuming I can - any death records information. Maybe there is a photograph of him -- and an explanation of why he is buried in such an oddly isolated spot.
If I may use a fancy and admittedly strange term that seems to have been coined during your all-too-short-of-life in this reality but that you probably didn't know, that would be the eternity and infinity of the Multiverse.
Such a small grave ... And all by itself.
I hope it was a happy birthday, baby doll. I'm sorry you didn't get to get to experience it here. But I suspect it was the happiest of happy birthdays in whatever realities you are living and loving.
Chester's grave is within 30 feet of another grave to another little boy -- Dennis James McCargo -- who died even younger, barely 2 years old, two years later, in May 1970 buried in a solo plot with a headstone likewise guarded by a serene little lamb carving. Chester's headstone may have served as the inspiration for this one.
Dennis James McCargo's grave, May 25, 2020
**Updated 2:22 p.m. July 11, 2021**
As a result of the comment below and the information provided, I have posted a new entry on the matter of Chester J. Rivers. See here.
End of Update and of Entry.