Remembering Mom

I finally got the courage to visit Mom's gravesite this Memorial Day. She has a beautiful spot, next to 3 weeping willows and a stream. She & Dad chose a beautiful plaque in the ground rather than a headstone. Dad wants to be buried with her, so that's why he went ahead and put his name on the plaque (it was a bit wierd the first time I saw it!). I also went to my Grandparents grave, as well as Julie's friend, Darcy, who died a few years ago...all of whom were buried at "The Gates of Heaven" memorial gardens. God gave me peace the entire time. It was a great time of "remembering", but I was struck strongly with the fact that my Mom wasn't there...she is in Heaven rejoicing with my Grandmother, Darcy and the Savior. Thankfully I was full of Joy and not sadness. God is so good to me! My Dad's camera has gorgeous pictures of the tree's and streams- I'll put them up once I get them.

As simple as my parents plaque is, I couldn't help but being struck by the cross in the center of their two names. It will always be a strong symbol to me of how the Cross was at the center of their marriage and lives, and it they will always be an inspiration to follow in their footsteps.