Angel of Beauty, God of Innocence, no words can describe the mesmerising charm that your baby being radiated, sweetest James. You were someone who could be called a fountain of fizz, for you were nimble and blithe and alluringly inquisitive and these qualities of yours are treasured rarities in this dystopian world. Oh dear you suffered so terribly, so badly, no mind can conceive the dark depravity with which those fiends tortured you. But tell you Jamie those monsters will surely rot and decay and pay for their sins, if not in this birth, then in the next because justice always has a reverence in God’s realm. I may be no relative or family member of yours but yet you continue to give me boundless joy. Whenever I feel low after brooding over the growing vices and debaucheries of mankind all I do is just take a peek at the beaming token of your naive mischief and you can’t imagine what a world of solace I find in that cherubic expression of yours. We all will forever miss you baby James and will pray for your justice until our last breath, that’s a promise. RIP little seraph, rule the heaven like a king. ( These are loads of sisterly kisses for you- xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx)