Thursday 5th May
What a sight Dad and I made today; I think you would have had a wry smile, a chuckle even, and then you would have told us off for being disrespectful to our surroundings.
You see, it was a hot and sunny day, and we decided to clear your resting place of all the stones and rock, generally tidy it up in readiness for your headstone.
It’s been sixty weeks since you fell asleep and gained your Angel wings.
So there we were, garden fork and spade, trowels, buckets, watering can, compost and grass seed.
Dad said if anyone had come along to ask us what we were doing, he was going to tell them we were digging you up to take on holiday with us.
Oh dear. Oh dearie, dearie me.
But you’ve got to laugh, haven’t you?
Yes, it must have looked odd, two people setting to, with spades and forks, digging over a grave. But there were so many stones, that we had to have a proper clean up.
Yes, the cemetery groundsmen do keep the whole place tidy, but because we had covered your space with flowers, animals and windcatchers, and had kept it neat ourselves, they left us to do our own thing. They were very considerate and understanding towards us.
Normally the groundsmen would turf over at an appropriate time, as this is a lawned cemetery, but because of all your ‘decorations’, that was not possible.
Today, we took things into our own hands.
Having removed bucketloads of stones, we levelled out, spread new compost, sprinkled grass seed and watered thoroughly. Only then did we replace the flowers and other ornaments, and I must admit, it certainly looked much more fitting. I hope you think so too.
Sorry if we made too much noise.
Now we wait for the grass to grow.
Sleep tight sweetheart.
Precious Angel son.
Love you forever.
Missing you so much.
xxxxxxx
The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son) 
What a gift to have a small chuckle even while we grieve. It looks lovely.
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Thank you so much.
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Beautiful and love the horses and bird by the grave site.Prayers and hugs! And yes that is funny about digging up to go on a holiday. Keep the humor, you need that!!
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Thank you for your understanding thoughts.
Much appreciated.
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You’ve done a marvellous job there. I’m sure Frank would be looking down on you and smiling!
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Thank you for saying so.
I really do hope Frank is smiling at us.
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A little laughter is a sign of healing. Hugs
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Thank you very much indeed.
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You’re welcome
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Very nice job, it looks great. I like your husband’s joke 🙂
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Thank you.
Hmmmm, verging slightly close to the knuckle, methinks!
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yes a little laughter can sure help xo
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Very true Lynn.
I do try to find a little laughter or smiles every day.
Thank you.
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most welcome! xo
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I cry and smile every time I read your posts. I cry because my heart breaks for you. I smile because you honor your beloved son with every word you write (((((((hugs)))))) ❤
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Thank you so very much for such kind and caring thoughts.
They do mean a lot to me.
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Well chuckling is always a beautiful thing….a good thing he’s not in a garden for I was told tomorrow is naked gardening day…imagine what the groundskeepers would say then? Just an added chuckle for your evening. Peace and healing thoughts, always, Kim
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Ahhh, now that certainly would be a sight. 😃
Thank you for your kindness.
Melanie x
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I like Dad’s quip
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Hmmmm.
A bit close to the mark, but a little dark humour can’t hurt!
And I know Frank would have found it most amusing.
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It looks lovely. You can tell how very special he was.
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Thank you very much.
So special, so loved and so missed.
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