Yesterday after I bought all the stuff to decorate the thing for Rachel's grave, I hit a major roadblock... the ground was too frozen to get my trellis out of it (should have put it away in the fall!!) and even if I got it out, the ground would be too frozen to get it in at the cemetery. Apparently the old-timers at the cemetery were prepared for this cause as I looked around, it dawned on me that they all had put their stuff up early... there should be a "how to decorate your loved one's grave through the seasons before you have a headstone" guide. Maybe I'll write that after my book! I felt so out of the loop... and yet again, discouraged.
So, last night and this morning, I searched the house and looked on line for something I could use instead. Not exactly the right time of year to be looking for garden stuff. I have a gift of making something out of nothing and was trying to come up with something around the house I could use - as each idea failed, I got more depressed. Thankfully, God created me to be the kind of person who always finds a way... my love for Rachel and my dedication as her mother always step in and keep me going when I feel like I can't do it anymore.
For some reason, Rachel got an insurance card in the mail last week. I guess she needs it since she had a neonatologist, but I never applied so I found it strange. In the middle of my failing at making something pretty for her grave, I had to call them this morning to tell them that she doesn't need insurance and why... I almost made it through that call without crying...almost, but not quite. I hate this. I was on the brink of having an emotional breakdown...I can't handle anymore disappointment. I feel like there is constantly something not going right; not the least of which being that my daughter has yet to come back to life here on earth. It's exhausting and my anxiety level is high.
I called Studley's Flower shop and talked to Mary (she goes to our church and her & her husband paid for the flowers we had at Rachel's service as a gift to us - I had those flowers in my house for a month before they died!) I told her my dilemma and she looked around and came up with a solution. She secured a trellis in a basket (in place of using the ground) and put some stones in it so it wouldn't fall over. I really appreciated when she told me that she knows since I'm a "hands-on person" that it would be healing for me to add the garland and stuff I had already bought rather than her putting the whole thing together for me with stuff they had there... I love that it is obvious that I like to do things for my girl and that she recognized that and helped make it possible. So, for a price well worth my sanity and morale, I had a set up ready to be decorated. Thank you Jesus!
|Made with Love <3|
I wanted something tall enough that when the snow falls, it won't get covered...Her name plate is very close to the ground and I want her name to be visible. When all was said & done, Rachel had a Mama-made decoration on her resting spot and her name was flying high. I couldn't get the tree out cause it's frozen in there, so I'm hoping I can get Matt to go with me to be the muscles. I want to save it to use again for her next year. I don't want it to get ruined sitting out for too long. Still can't believe she's under there...
I dropped Des off at art class at Tri-City and headed over to clean things up for my girl... on the way a song came on that I've heard a million times, but it's never done anything for me. Today, as I sang the chorus and the cemetery came into sight, it had me sobbing in the car. My reaction made me realize how low I really am...how hard this really is... I identified a little too much for comfort.
I stood in the cemetery...feeling so small. I looked around me and my being felt tiny in comparison to my surroundings. I looked at her name on the ribbon I put on the trellis...feeling so powerless...I couldn't save her. I looked at the graves around me... feeling the weight of death and the truth of sin in this world.
There are so many people who have to sit in cemeteries to feel close to their husbands and wives, moms and dads, sisters and brothers, children...babies...
|Across from Rachel|
|Rachel's gave from a ways back|
|A name & date that changed the world|
My heart is heavy. It's broken; yet still beating. Nothing will ever bring her back. My relationship with her will always be in this place. A cemetery, memorabilia, attempts (sometimes failed) at showing her and everyone else how my heart feels about her, and a blog. Things seem to be getting more difficult now.... Trying to find my way through this overwhelming grief.
Finished school with Des this afternoon (2nd goal of the day accomplished!) But then I went to shut the blinds, since the sun had set, and saw that a string of lights on our fence outside are burned out... could everything just look pretty at the same time for once? I try so hard to do these special things to speak of my love for Rachel. There is always something that goes wrong... things just aren't going my way these days. It's been a long time since they have. I stared out at them with a "that figures" attitude; feeling yet again discouraged.
I'm barely holdin' on...
Holding on to You, Jesus.