Two weeks ago we went down to Nora's grave for the first time since we buried her. We buried her in South Carolina at my grandmother's church cemetery where some other family members are buried.
I was excited to finally visit the grave. I know that she isn't there. I know that she is in heaven.
But the grave is just a place for us to go to remember her, to feel close, to bring healing.
And we also wanted to take Coleman there.
Cole and I went to buy flowers to take to her grave. He said he needed the blue flowers for her so yes we bought the died blue daisies and had blue die all over our hands.
We had ordered Nora's gravestone a few weeks prior to the visit and they put it in the same day we were headed down. I was excited! For some reason excitement over a gravestone and being in a cemetery seem very normal to me. I guess it's part of my new normal. Before Nora I would have thought it to be weird emotions. I would get nervous being in a cemetery. It's funny how things change,
We enjoyed time together in the cemetery as a family. Cole played at the grave and we just sat.
It was good. It was healing.
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