On the 3rd last month, I brought a mason jar to Rachel's grave with some fake gerber daisies in it and a poem on it. Every time I've gone to her grave, the jar has been moved and so I knew it must have been tipping over and a friend was picking it up for me... but I also knew it was only a matter of time until it broke. Tonight we went together to visit her. It struck me how strange people must think our 'normal' is - all piling into our van on a Friday night to take a family trip to the cemetery to 'see' our missing family member. Sigh.
When we got there, we found broken glass neatly stacked on the side of her headstone, the flowers propped up in the stones from inside the jar and some of them in a heart shape on the ground. We are so blessed with such thoughtful, loving friends. Thank you for taking care of us. That was much better on my heart than finding a mess. It saves my heart from the harshness of the cemetery's conditions and the reality of how much I'm away from her and unable to care for her. I'm so thankful for the people who show up to help me.♥
Oh Stacy I am sitting her crying. You have done an amazing Job on this blog!
ReplyDeleteNot only is it beautiful, You tell Rachel's story so well. I felt so much a part as I watched her slideshow. I love all of your beautiful pictures. I just said goodbye to my Jonathan on 1-24-12 he was stillborn. I am so very sad....reading your blog has made me feel less alone. I have been on countless BLM's blogs. I meant it, you made me feel so connected to your story. I am saying a prayer for you now that God would comfort you and give you the desires of your heart. It has comforted me to be here tonight.
It's nice to know someone else takes care of her too
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