Beau's headstone.
Mom had stopped by the cemetary a few weeks ago for a quick visit and mentioned that the headstone was not there yet. So after a quick call to Sally, who by the way is the most wonderful funeral director/manager in the world, phone calls were made and answers were quickly at hand. Sally sent the photos for us look over and we are pleased at how the design turned out.
Admittedly, there is something odd at looking at your son's headstone. I can't really say that I ever imagined ever doing that. . . but then again, we often do many things we never would have imagined doing.
I placed the picture on the frig, as if it were something Beau had made in school and brought home. I am not sure if that is weird or not, but the picture offers something that is tangible. Something that offers proof as to the reality of his being in our lives. . . Something I really need.
(Note: The pic is not of his new headstone, this pic was taken back in January)
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