Well, the stone roof for my father’s final home has finally been installed. They put the gravestone in place sometime last week, and Mom and I visited the gravesite on Monday. It looks really good:
It was good to finally see it in place. Dad’s actual burial place will no longer be a guess, it’s a real milestone on our way to closure, and it turned out really nice. Mom loved it.
It was a good day to be at the cemetery too: quiet, sunny and autumnal, it left me feeling peaceful and introspective. I’d been feeling Dad’s death a little harder recently, especially after hearing the stone was finished; seeing it for myself made me feel a bit better.
