Last month, we went to the local flower shop and had them make this grapevine and autumn leaves wreath for Emmy’s grave. I had seen a similar one on a stand next to my father’s grave (I am assuming my brother placed it there) and thought it was beautiful.
Notice the green, green grass! I know by next year the grass that is all around her grave will have taken over this little patch of Heaven, but for now Ty and I are enjoying its beauty.
I also thought I would share one of those strange-things-that-happens-when-you’ve-lost-a-child moments since I was posting about her gravesite. Our 2 year old (the one in the post below) gets all excited and claps when we drive by a cemetery–any cemetery. Quite often when we visit Emily’s grave the children all pile out and play in the grass. Emmy’s is the only one in that section, so there is plenty of room to run and play. We will often gather them up to pray or read Scripture over her grave as well. They’ve become so accustomed to visiting the cemetery that our little guy thinks they are a great place to spend the day.
Some would say this is morbid, but I am thankful my children do not see the cemetery as a scary awful place. It really is quite beautiful there. In the evening, we can look off to the west and see a gorgeous painted sky. There is an old stone gate along the entrance and trees have been planted around the perimeter. It is quiet there.
I was also given a bit of comfort recently from another grieving mother who stopped us in a restaurant. She is several years younger than I am and I can’t say that I know her all that well, but she took the time to stop by our table and chat about the son and daughter we each lost and our babies on the way. Before she left she told me that when they visit the cemetery, they always drive by Emily’s grave on their way out. This makes me smile. It makes me feel as if someone else cares for my little Emily. Another grieving mama takes time from her pain to visit mine. I am forever grateful to those who continue to remember.