Tomorrow, the boys are going to the national cemetery to place flags at the headstones. I spoke with the kids about honoring the dead, and, in particular, for remembering those who fought and died for our freedoms.
As we drove by the cemetery, the kids noticed that some graves had flowers.
“Mommy, we’ll put pretty flowers on your grave,” said Jenny.
“What kind of flowers do you like best?” Katie wanted to know.
“Whatever you see that is prettiest,” I told her.
It really won’t matter to me. I’m just happy that their little hearts are already committed to making my final resting spot beautiful.
My daughters and I were putting flowers on my mom and sister’s graves yesterday. While there we noticed all the veteran’s buried there from civil war through vietnam. In this tiny Ohio cemetery I’d say at least 25% had veteran flags on the graves. We also noticed what we believe to be elderly parents putting flowers on the grave of their infant who died over 50 yrs ago.
Oh my! I can’t tell if I should laugh or cry. It’s really sweat of them to ask.
So sweet and caring.
The girls and I were in my hometown over the weekend and went by the cemetary to “visit” Mother and see the gravestone which was installed last week. >>While we were eating breakfast Mary asked me, “What kind of stone do you want to have on your grave Mommy?” I said, “I’m not even middle aged yet, I don’t even know where I want to be buried!”>>Both girls found some flowers in the cemetary (flowering weeds) and put them on the stone. “Just don’t start crying Mommy,” Mary warned. >>I have great hopes that my girls will put flowers on my grave and have lots of Masses said for Mommy, but they’d prefer to stay dry-eyed.