Today I went to the cemetery--again. I've been diligently keeping my eye out for Brooklyn's headstone. It wasn't there. As Bentley and I were walking around a young woman, probably not much older than me, got out of her car and walked over to the Angel garden where my angel is sleeping. She was perusing the headstones casually. I asked her if one of the babies were hers. Turns out, her baby is buried up north, but she was looking for ideas for her child's headstone.
I won't disclose the conversation that we had because it was very sacred to me. To share, just for a small moment, the grief of another woman's pain. Our daughters left this world within close proximity to one another, only I knew before hand and I had her longer. It was so interesting to look at this woman, so sad, yet hopeful. The way she spoke, so soft, subdued, looking at the ground. It was like seeing a mirror of myself.
I don't feel like that girl anymore.
I hope I will never forget my experience in the Angel Garden. I hope that, like my Brooklyn, I was able to be an angel in her time of need. I called the monument company again :). Brooklyn's stone has been cut and placed in cement, we should see it placed in the ground within the next week supposing the weather stays clear.
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