Friday, November 18, 2011
we went to Jack's grave today, to clean it up for the winter.
I don't usually cry because I'm out there so regularly...but I have my moments and it really hit me today.
This is not how I imagined this winter, last year. visiting my son's grave? making sure the trinkets and memorials that other's have placed out there are cleaned up, so the Forest Lawn peeps don't pitch it?
well, anyways...it has been 20 Thursdays now since Jack Oliver Young met Jesus Christ. so glad for him. such a raw deal for the rest of us until it's our turn.
wish you were here, sweetie pie. I really do. I just want to smell your sweet breath and play with your chubby legs.
In other news, I've been avoiding Pinterest for a while now...but went ahead and dove in tonight...ruh roh...I love it. oh man, do I!
I'm outta here...thank you for loving our darling boy with us.