The cemetery is such an odd place. I talk about his "neighbors" - Patricia and Joseph. How they were buried in the 1980's and don't have flowers on their markers. I was thinking that I should get them some. How it would bring more color to Michael's spot. When a new person "moved in", I gave him (Ed is his name) one of Michael's pinwheels. I believe that Ed's family returned the favor by putting an angel statue on Michael's grave (I don't know if this is true ... I just don't know who else would have left it).
For 9 weeks, Michael's spot has had a temporary marker. With his name and dates. And it was surrounded by Star Wars figures and a Star Wars vehicle; some Army men; a Spiderman; two pinwheels, a flower vase, and a gerber daisy. And the aforementioned angel statue. I held my breath in recent weeks. I knew that the time frame for the arrival of his permanent marker was soon. I dreaded that day.
Today. Was that day.
I drove up and knew instantly that something was different. And instantly I had a knot in my stomach. Michael's marker had arrived. He became a permanent resident. In the cemetery. Another reminder that this is not a nightmare that I will awake from. He is, in fact, all moved in. To this neighborhood.
I took pictures. I will upload them when I am ready.
Today. Is not that day.
The marker is nice. It lists his name and his dates. We added a star. Because that was Michael. A star. And then we were able to add a description. This was a tough choice. What do you add to your son's marker that will sum up all that his life was ... and all that he could have been? In one line?
We chose: Love you to the moon and back.
Because it's true. For now and for always. It is what Michael and I have always said to one another. We usually added - times 1600 (Michael's favorite go-to number). I would say it as we said good night. When I tucked him in.
It seemed fitting. In his final resting spot. His final tucking in. To say it again.
Love you to the moon and back.