The Day After

The day after the funeral we visited my mother's grave.  The deer or wild rabbits had eaten some of the floral spray and we thought she would have liked that. 

This is just a temporary headstone.

Shawn read some excerpts from a sacrament talk she had given on nature and a few of her journal entries.  Including a sweet card that my father had written to her.

Then my dad got out his tape measure to measure other headstones.  He had planned to have mom's custom made.

My mother is buried next to her son Peter who died when he was 2 months old.

Then we wandered over to the other side of the cemetery to visit Mom's parents' graves.

And the grave of our dear friend and neighbor Stan Collins - who died the very same week four years ago.  Both Stan and my mother were considered "fixtures" in our neighborhood and it is hard to believe they are both gone.

Wes lightened the mood a bit as he swung the kids - even the older kids! - around.  This was one of the their favorite things to do when they were little.  Wait...they are still little!!

We love and miss you Mom!