The incredibly true adventures of a travel loving kid at heart who just became both an MBA and a recent widow. Navigating widowhood is the hardest thing I've ever done. Come along for the bumps in the journey.
8.30.2014
Day 184
Some of my husband's ashes will be buried in his family cemetery, with his parents and his sister. I've spent the last few days shopping for burial markers. It's a depressing task, and it's equally daunting because how do you make the decision to create a suitable marker for people to see, in theory, at least hundreds of years to come. Decades from now there will be some distant relative, generations away, who will only know my husband as a marker in the family cemetery. How do I make something so simple meaningful enough to be worthy of such a complex person? I think I've settled on trying to match his parents' headstone as best I can. That seems like a good way to do it, and it's self-limiting in terms of choices. The one thing that bothers me is that by burying him with his parents, instead of his own plot, I leave his baby sister out by herself, as if she wasn't a part of the unit. That seems wrong. I don't know how to correct that, though.
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