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.