This is the grave for our Angel, Zany. Mom’s remains are in the pretty rose box and we will be burying her here with Zany. We will be picking out a small bronze nameplate for Mom to place at the base of Zany’s headstone.
Mom wanted to be laid to rest here with her granddaughter, but she was also insistent about cremation… Thankfully we can do both. The cemetery is our ancestors historic resting place… Moms family were the first to be laid to rest here. It’s one of those quaint, historic, slightly eery places… with a small one room church on the grounds. Our family came here via the Oregon Trail in the 1850’s… they settled on a patch of land our family owns and calls “The Nook”. We hold our family reunions there each year and walk to the cemetery to visit. The cemetery is now owned by a historical society, but that helps preserve it and maintain the grounds.
I picked the rose box because I thought Mom would like it… it is something I could have seen her picking out herself.
Mom’s service is a bit over a week away still… we are doing the Celebration of Life. Unfortunately, we have to wait for her graveside service a bit because of a wayward son. Despite his propensity toward trouble, we think he should be there when we lay her to rest. Moms beloved minister will return to town on May 8th, just in time for her service. Because of the lack of face time with him to plan (we’ve spoke via telephone several times), I’m writing Moms eulogy.
I will be so glad once the services are over and we can start the healing process… right now, each day is harder than the one before. I can only pray that this will get easier soon. It’s funny, (not haha funny, clown funny… tragically so), I had myself convinced that with the last 2.5 years of Moms fight with ALS and knowing there was no other way for this to end… that this would be easier to handle. It’s not. It sucks.