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My Parent’s Headstone

“Parent’s headstone,” that’s two words that I would have never expected to be saying or thinking about for years to come, yet here I am now.

It finally came in last week, and this afternoon Chase and I road out to Chatsworth to take a look at it.  We’re supposed to take a look at it before they take it to McCaysville and set it in place.  It was in a fenced in area so we were only able to look at the most important side of it from a distance, although the back will have some things on it as well.  I honestly don’t think that we could have picked out a more perfect stone.  This exact stone was the one at the funeral home as you walked in.  When we all first saw it, we knew that it was the one.  The cabin on it is a touch that really touches all of us, because it was Mom’s dream to have their cabin finished so that my parents could spend the rest of their lives together in it.  It (their cabin) has not changed at all since the last day that my Mom and Dad were up there working on it, but I know one day we will finish it.  Dad said Mom made him promise her one of the last times they were there, that if something were to happen to her, that he would still finish it.  So we will.

I’ve strayed from where I meant for all of this to go, but that’s because with stumbling across a few photos on my camera that have Mom in them, seeing the stone for the first time since it’s come in, and Mom’s Birthday being tomorrow, my heart is especially aching tonight.

The headstone is absolutely beautiful, and I know that if Mom was here to see it, she’d say that we couldn’t have picked out a more beautiful stone for them.  It would have made her smile one of her million dollar smiles that she had that everyone loved about her.