Well, tomorrow Charlotte's plaque will be installed at her grave. She's buried at the feet of M's grandfather, and since the grass grew over in the spring, you'd never even know she was there.
But after tomorrow, anyone walking by that grave will see a granite plaque with butterflies and a single date. And her name.
She'll be a little more real, at least to the rest of the world.
Makes me feel a little better.
It's so strange how these seemingly horrific things you do as a deadbabymama can make you feel better. It actually felt good calling the cemetery to say my baby's monument is ready... when can it be installed...
My baby's monument.... words no one should ever have to say.
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You are right you said never have to say those words. I am sorry you do! ((HUGS))
Yes, never should those words be uttered...but I hope that you might take a pic of the plaque for us to see. It sounds absolutely beautiful.
I find amazing comfort in having my son's cremains beside my bed, a fact no non-deadbabymama could possibly understand.
Thinking of you and Charlotte.
I agree Heather, there is comfort in those things we do to honor our babies. I would also love to see a picture of it.
Hugs,
Shannon
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