3 years ago, a small metal marker was placed at the head of my child’s grave site.
The only thing left to do for my little Emily was to buy her a headstone.
And how do you find just the right words. How do you put everything you want to say on one little block of stone…forever?
The April after her death, I dreamed of her stone. I dreamed of a cross with a lamb and the words,
From our arms to His
etched into the grey rock.
I was obsessed with finding that stone, but as time marched on, I realized what I had dreamed was not practical. I knew it had come from my walking through the cemetery and searching out all the old stones from children who had passed on a hundred years ago or more. They do not make stones like that anymore and even if they did, it would be much too fragile. It also wasn’t a reflection of us as a family.
It’s funny to me how we’ve needed her headstone to be a piece of us. We didn’t want to settle for just anything. We wanted it to be unique. And since the cemetery she is buried at had no restrictions on stones, we knew we could do just about anything we wanted.
So we searched.
I spent hours pouring over artisan stones on the internet, trying to find one that spoke of peace and hope. A stone that would tell others how loved this little girl was and is. A stone that would reach for the heavens with the same longing we feel as parents.
This is that stone…
No longer does her grave site sit bare. There is a stone that reaches to Heaven. There is a bench to rest weary hearts. There is a Bible verse that has become dear to us. There is a picture of our precious Emily and below her name are these words:
Final, but not finished.
For someday, Emily will have a new body and I will hold her again.
Until then, she is safe…
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