When I go out to Kaitlyn’s memorial flower garden in my yard once or twice a day, I feel her presence there. In all the nature and the beautiful things that were so lovingly planted in her remembrance, she is there. Strange, I do not feel this presence when I go to see her grave. I never have. She wasn’t there at the visitation or the funeral. For me visitation, funeral and headstones are important because they show the love that we feel for someone we love that has now gone away form this physical earth. These events were very important to me and our family. But she wasn’t there. Where she is is in all the beautiful things that she so loved, including this pretty little flower garden. In this garden I can talk aloud to her with ease, at her grave I feel very uncomfortable doing it because I feel like I’m talking to the wind.
I hope that it makes it through the hard rain we are having tonight and the 38 degree weather. Since that is not quite freezing hopefully it will make it ok.