The sun was beating right down on his grave when I got there...so I spread out my beach towel and went to work writing him a letter. And yes, I realize I am probably the only person to take a beach towel to a cemetery.
I was a mess today. Cried on and off all day at work (not that this should shock anyone in my office). I admit I became a little irritated with people wanting to haggle over a few dollars when I (still) felt like my world was crashing in. It felt good to be able to just sit and write - uninterrupted.
A special thanks to Alminnie - the mysterious woman next to Kirk who died 106 years ago. i borrowed her tombstone for a camera tripod. :)
Kirk's whole name is Geoffrey Kirk. A woman at my church told me a few weeks ago that she still remembered her son coming home from college for Geoffrey's funeral. Since, when spoken, Geoffrey sounds remarkably like Jeffrey, I was very confused. My brother-in-law had a funeral? How did I miss that? Ahhhh....GEOFFREY! Got it.
Not only did I take a beach towel, I used it! I took along my scrapbook of Kirk to look at while I was there.
I wanted something extra special to take to his grave this year. I didn't want anything that would rot or deflate or blow away....
...so my friend Amber (Hershey traveling buddy?) etched this for me. It's a granite heart and the words are from Natalie Grant's song Held. It looked perfect on his grave. Thanks, Amber, for doing such a wonderful job.
2 comments:
(((HUGS))) That's all I can say. My heart aches for you.
love you.
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