I have to back up a bit in our recent family history. Back to February 24, 2024 the day of my Mother's funeral and interment. ( Just in case someone a long time from now wonders...or wants to know because they were not there)
Mom's urn at the church was carried out by her granddaughter Rachael (aka Toots), followed by all of Mom's granddaughters...except for one who was unable to attend.
Luckily because of the warmer than normal Minnesota Winter weather we were able to go to the cemetery for the interment of ashes. My other baby brother, Nephew Josh and a few others not sure who...dug down to the double vault that contained my Father's urn.
The Granddaughters bringing the Urn up the hill.
Mom's urn joins Dad's ( he has a prayer book that he had with him in Korea on top of his urn)
Our daughter Jen dropping her flower and her sister's flower into the urn vault.
We visited the grave this week.
May 22, 2024 the spot that was dug up was reseeded by my baby brother. New grass will grow there eventually. The cemetery high on the hill is beautiful in the Spring, the green so intense this year that it almost hurts your eyes.
Dad's Veterans foot marker is not in place yet nor is his flag holder. Mom's date of death has not been engraved into the headstone as of yet.
It all takes time. I for one was very thankful that we could inter Mom's ashes in February, after Dad died in December of 2022 his ashes were not interred until the end of July in 2023...it was a very long seven months for me...it was like the grieving process was halted. I know we all grieve differently but that waiting was difficult.
Far Side
