I got to go home for Christmas a whole week before the actual holiday! The first thing on my agenda was to go and see your headstone. I'd been hearing about it from everybody and I couldn't wait to go visit it. We landed in SLC Friday night and on Saturday morning I got to go to the cemetery to see it for myself. I was actually really surprised.
Now, I wasn't surprised at how incredible the headstone was...nope, not at all. I remember your super-rad chrome-ish looking casket and all I could think about is that if you had known ahead of time, you would have chosen the same thing. As I looked at your headstone I was super surprised because I didn't know how much it would remind me of you. It reminded me of you so much that I cried uncontrollably. I sat there on the frozen ground, in indian style, just looking at it (and noticing that I could see my reflection in it...kinda). Something about it spoke so much of you and it's amazing.
While I was there I also got to tell you that I'm going to have a baby but the thought came to me that you already knew and I'm also pretty sure you've already become acquainted with the little person and that made me cry even harder. Nevertheless, it was really therapeutic for me to sit there and tell you myself.
By this point, I started getting a little embarrassed because I was like completely out of control and there were other people not very far away visiting one of their loved ones. We'll blame my lack of emotional control on this pregnancy. Yikes. Anyway, the moral of the story is that I have never seen another headstone that speaks about the person so much and I think it needed to be that way because we need to remember, on a regular basis, what you meant to us and what you were really like.
And I proceeded to ugly cry all the way home.
P.S. We'll visit again soon...after the baby is born...and I'll bring it to that shady place under the tree where your body rests and I'll probably ugly cry...so don't watch.