this morning Mom invited my siblings and i to join her in visiting Daddy's gravesite
i must admit that yesterday at the cemetery i was initially very bothered that the 'graveside' service was not 'graveside'
i had expected his casket to be delivered from the funeral service to its final resting place, not a pavilion in the center of the cemetery
i guess that must have been the policy for such a small cemetery as Wildomar
i grumbled in my mind for a bit and then decided that that was what was going to happen so i just needed to accept it
i was grateful that i did so that i could enjoy the beautiful dedicatory prayer that my brother Jesse gave upon the plot and final resting place of Daddy
to protect it from harm and any natural disasters
such a comforting prayer
i was indeed anxious this morning to actually see where Daddy had been laid to rest
i was delighted to see that it was in a beautiful location
right under the large branches of a strong, shady tree
i quickly looked up from the ground to the heavenward view from his gravesite.
as my mother, brother Luke (Jesse being in Utah for his sister in law's wedding), and sisters laid on a blanket next to the gorgeous flowers adorning Daddy's grave
i realized that i would be spending many, many hours below this magnificent tree
it was peaceful and comfortable there
something i was not expecting to feel
huddling together, Mom told us stories of meeting Dad for the first time
how shy and sweet she thought him to be
and then of their courtship
and the events that transpired leading up to their marriage
such a tender feeling in her words
it was a time of closeness and quietude
and i did not want to leave
i could have stayed there all day
knowing that what awaited me were things and people expecting me to do normal things
clothes and dishes to be washed
milk to be bought
doctors to see
people who i would come in to contact with that have no idea the aching i am experiencing and the loss i feel
my inclination right now is to just stay where i am most comfortable and with those who understand and wouldn't expect me to have to say a thing
oh how do you carry on with such normal things?
even after knowing Daddy lives on and Heavenly Father's comfort is close
it still hurts
Sharon Vancott · 660 weeks ago
BrianaJ 71p · 657 weeks ago
forgive me for not getting back to you after writing such an inspiring comment. i literally audibly breathed each time you wrote the word 'breath'. i wonder how long this portion of 'just breathing' will last? it seems to be carrying on an awfully long time. and although a month may be a 'long' time, it doesn't feel so to me. but i do feel like with each passing day, its gets harder to ask for help from others, since their life has not been impacted like mine and maybe their offer to help will seem outdated. i'm sure that doesn't make sense. but to the complete contrary, i have had to ask for help and people have come running. i am so grateful for that! Sharon thank you so much for sweet words. i needed them right then!
Briana
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Rhonda · 660 weeks ago
BrianaJ 71p · 657 weeks ago
you have been absolutely amazing! i have continually felt of your love and sincere desire to help throughout these difficult past months. thank you for showing up at my house today. it felt so good to see you and be lifted by you. i am looking forward to spending time with you when we return!
briana
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shelise · 660 weeks ago
BrianaJ 71p · 657 weeks ago
thank you so much for coming to be with us at the hospital that final day. i needed you there to help me keep my smile. you my sweet cousin, are my example of strength. i admire you greatly and am so grateful for our close relationship. looking forward to seeing you again soon.
briana
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