Most of you know my Mom died in February very unexpectedly and at a very young 72 years old. I’ll be honest, I’ve struggled with grief. All the stages. Sometimes all the stages in one hour.
On Tuesday I received an email from Dad that kind of brought that part of grief that’s a deep, deep sadness to the surface. Her headstone is finally placed.
Thanks to Dad’s military career, they both qualify to be buried at Arlington National Cemetery. That’s where she is. He’ll join her there eventually. (God, please not soon.)
As with all government run entities, actions take way more time than they should. She died February 24, was buried April 8, and we just now have a headstone.
But it’s here and it makes this all oh so real all over again.
Mom I miss you more than I could have ever imagined missing anyone. My faith tells me you are in heaven awaiting the rest of us and spending time with those who’ve gone before. I cling to that. But oh how I miss you.
Colletts on the Move 