Childhood Friends Together Again

Sunny days seem to hurt the most
Wear the pain like a heavy coat
I feel you everywhere I go
I see your smile, I see your face
I hear you laughing in the rain
Still can't believe you're gone

Time with anything and everything has a way of cracking and breaking that porcelain doll which is now scattered in the wind but her journey lives on….Sandy 1/2012

I was introduced to death at a young age. After my adopted mother JoBeth died I had many trips to the cemetery to “visit” her grave. Special days like Christmas, Easter and Mother’s Day were spent taking flowers to her grave. Now, 38 years later her marker is empty, no one ever visits or leaves flowers. It was set into my mind that she is a forgotten grave. Because of this I never wanted Heather’s ashes to be buried. I didn’t want her to become a forgotten grave when I died. I thought it would be sad to have her marker sit empty with no flowers on it.

Twelve days ago, I had a huge change of heart and decided I wanted to “look” at the idea of possibly finding a plot to bury Heather’s ashes. I never even contemplated the idea of ever placing her ashes in the cemetery with a marker. The only cemetery that I considered looking at was Mountain View on Main St. I placed a call to the cemetery and Daniel answered the phone. This was the first sign that I was heading in the right direction.

As I stumbled through trying to get my ideas and thoughts out to Daniel he told me he understood. His precious 2 year old baby girl died from cancer on December 25 several years ago. We talked about many things that we shared in common and it was such a comfort to know that the man I was dealing with completely understood where I was coming from. I was not sure what I was looking for so I made an appointment to go out to the cemetery to look at all the options. I was just going to “look” and bring back information so that we (Bill and I or Bill, Jenn, Wendy and I) could make a decision.

Tuesday last week-or April 17-I went to Mountain View Cemetery to meet with Daniel. As irony would have it, for that exact Tuesday 3 years earlier I was doing the exact same thing. I was at falconer Funeral Home picking out caskets and planning Heather’s funeral. I was meant to be there on Tuesday. Daniel showed me every option I could have never imagined even existed. We drove all around the cemetery looking at different places but none of them really hit me. I asked if there might be any plots close to Ashley-Heather’s childhood friend who was killed nearly 17 years ago. He told me he really doubted there would be anything being that it had been so long, but that we should go look.

It ain't fair you died too young
Like a story that had just begun
But death tore the pages all away
God knows how I miss you
All the hell that I've been through
Just knowing no one could take your place
Sometimes I wonder who you'd be today

Just because a spot is empty, does not mean it has not been purchased for future burials. There were several empty plots close to Ashley but we needed to go back to the office to look to make sure they had not been purchased. It is a very touchy situation to sell someone a plot that has already been purchased. The two plots that Daniel thought were open had been purchased but he found 2 more open spots that were a little further away. I wanted to go back out and see the plots myself. Looking on a small map is not helpful to me. So back into the golf cart we went. These plots were too far away for me and in full sun, no trees anywhere close. I was not happy and figured I needed to begin my search all over again to find a spot.

Ashely is the marker by the tree-Heather's spot is where Daniel is standing

Ashley in the center of the photo-view from Heather's spot

I was about to tell Daniel that I needed to look elsewhere in the cemetery when he called me over and told me about a spot that seemed to be open. It was not in the same row as Ashley going North and South, but was in the same row East to West. Not only that but the space between the two girls is a grass access road to move equipment and golf carts on. There would be no one between the two girls. I instantly knew in my heart of hearts this was THE SPOT. My search was finished. We just needed to go up to the office and make sure the spot for sure was available. I placed a hold on the spot for 30 days so I could go home and talk to the family about what I had found. Daniel told me it was amazing to find a spot that close after the amount of time that has passed.

Looking around to the side of Heather's spot

To the other side of the spot-convenient for parking and very close to road

View coming towards spot

Once the spot was picked, it was time to pick out the vault. This is the steel and ceramic sealed container that holds the container that Heather’s ashes are in. Of course they had a pink one with a rose. Imagine how perfect that is to find. It was a comfort to me to find out that the heart box that Heather’s ashes came home in could be placed in the vault. I was happy I did not have to have her transferred into a different container.

Mom lovingly placing treasures in the vault

View of the table with Ashley's grave in the distance

There are several times that no one really questions a mom’s instinct or what she “feels” is the right thing to do. One being a new mother, the other is as the mother of the bride and then mother of the child who died. I think most mothers have the right to do what they feel is right for and by their child that has died. This was one of those times. No one in the family had any objections or anything to say other than it was meant to be since I found the spot.

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Tuesday evening I gathered Heather’s ashes and made my peace with letting go of them. I still have three small containers to take to the three places overseas. That plan had not changed and it means a lot to me to place a portion of Heather’s ashes in the remaining 3 places. I also have a keepsake rose lighted box that has some of her ashes in the base. It is actually what it is meant for. I was at peace to let go. The next day-Wednesday-I took Heather’s ashes to Daniel and paid for the plot.

The beautiful vault with Heather's ashes ready to be buried

All the treasures-now the lid and final goodbye

Most people hold a memorial at the time of burial of the ashes. I did not want this to happen. I wanted the actual burial of the ashes to be a private family thing and then have a memorial when the marker is in and placed. I figured it really did not do any good to bury her ashes if no one knows where they are. Once we order the marker the company that designs them make-up a proof of exactly what the finished marker will look like. From the time the proof is accepted it will take 3-4 months for the marker to be finished and placed. The public memorial will be in the fall providing that everything goes well with the marker. Talking about October 20 as this will be the 3 ½ year anniversary of her death. Very appropriate date I think. More about the memorial later when the plans are set and yes it will be in royal fashion like always for me.

Would you see the world?
Would you chase your dreams?
Settle down with a family?
I wonder, what would you name your babies?
Some days the sky's so blue
I feel like I can talk to you
And I know it might sound crazy

Daniel told me the calendar was open for Monday for the burial. I did not want to wait or drag it out so it was perfect and ironic since Heather died on a Monday. It all seemed to be fitting and working out perfectly. The time was set for 2:30 but we could arrive early and place some flowers or a photo on the table for a more personal touch. It was our choice to stay and watch as the vault is lowered into the ground if we wanted to. I was sent flowers on Saturday and today by dear friends. I decided these bouquets were perfect to go to the cemetery with us to honor Heather and then come back home for me to enjoy. I printed one of our favorite photos of Heather in a classic black and white to put on the table as well. Saturday while I was out at the mall I found a Precious Moments statue with an angel sitting on a bench with a rose entitled “Love Never Forgets.” It seemed very appropriate for today. Snookie happened t bring a Minnie Mouse from the house with her today. She didn't want to hold it any longer so she placed it on the table...only fitting that Minnie be here too.

Forever My Dolly Girl

I spent Sunday getting treasures ready to place in the vault with Heather’s ashes. It will never been seen but it meant a lot to me to place some personal things in her vault with her. Her favorites: Sara Evans poster, piano music and recital ribbon, hair clips, ear buds, a Barbie and butterfly ring, a tootsie pop sucker, gum, Victoria Secret mints and necklace, a guitar pick from the Grand Ole Opry, OPI nail polish, lip band-aids, rubber duck, Laura Mercier mascara, Chanel perfume and face care products, a Miss Priss hat-the one she wore to the point Jenn had to make another one for her-a Disneyland pass, a bunny named flip flop of all things,  a letter from George, cards from Sally, Carla, Lynn and Katy, photos of family, of Fran her piano teacher, of Katy and of the hospital staff, of Wendy with Violet, a set of Lil Miss stickers and a farting pull finger Heather brought back for her dad.(This was always a huge joke in our household and Heather thought nothing so funny as gas-sorry if this offends anyone) Jenn placed one sock she had hand knit for Heather’s last birthday and she kept the other one. The vault was bigger than I imagined and we could have placed more in with her, but everything was personal and meant something to Heather.

Treasures

letters and photos

of course a bunny named flip flop

Stickers and yes, the pull  my finger, finger

Today was very surreal. There is something that is a final closure about a burial. It just is the way our society is made to believe. I truly believe now that this was the right thing for me to do at the right time and place. I honor Heather’s life by having her name marked down forever. It is proof that she lived. I honor Heather’s life with the act of love I did today, letting go of my ideas and thought to allow the world to remember her as well. The other night Bill and I walked thru the cemetery and looked at the markers and each time we read a name, we remembered that person even though we never met them.

All buried-time to get the marker going

Say it all

Thanks Rose-Heather loved flowers

This evening before dark Bill, Snookie and I went back to the cemetery to place the first official flowers on the site. I was also curious about how it looked with all the dirt and grass put back. It was nice and shady and was very peaceful. A close, dear friend, Rose, met us out there. I can’t think of anyone else better to be Heather’s first visitor. She brought some beautiful yellow flowers as well. Again, as I began this blog and found the song sang by Kenny Chesney, I can’t help but think about Rose asking Heather to go with her on the spur of the moment one evening several years ago. Heather had the best time ever. So, it was meant for Rose to come visit tonight and for me to use this song.

Rose and Heather-Kenny Chesney concert

Sunny days seem to hurt the most
I wear the pain like a heavy coat
The only thing that gives me hope
Is I know I'll see you again someday
Someday, Someday

Who You’d be Today~Kenny Chesney

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