If I had been told years ago that I would obsess over what to bring down to my daughter's grave, I would tell you that you were nuts ~ but to my great displeasure, I now know that this is my life. Greg and I have agreed that we never feel that what we do take there is "perfect"; I wish that this was something that I could explain, but I guess we still need to fulfill our need to be parents.
Since it had been a while since we had gone to visit her, we decided that we would get her grave prettied up for the summer ~
The wind chimes tinkled beautifully as we cleaned up her stone ~ what a soothing sound! We also wanted to have a picture of Peyton with her~
We both had a heart wrenching moment while we were there; a new site was dug up and waiting for it's future occupant just to the left of Quinn's. We both remembered how hard it was to drive up to the cemetery on the day of her funeral behind the hearse that carried her tiny little casket and then to walk up to her freshly dug gravesite. I remember clearly wanting to jump in there with her after Greg lowered her in himself ~ that is an image that will forever cling to my mind and Greg will never forget how hard it was to do that to his firstborn daughter.
*SIGH*
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