I was so thankful for the opportunity we had to go to the cemetery this past month to visit Jackson's grave. We hadn't been there since Thanksgiving, when we left a little Christmas wreath for him. When we arrived there this time, there was another little wreath with it and they were secured to a stick with a gold ribbon on it and tied into the ground. I am assuming that Lincoln's aunts did that...it was such a nice gesture and was much appreciated. It was nice to feel like someone was watching out for our little boy and remembering him! Although I often wish he was buried closer to where we live, I am glad we made the choice that we did. The first time I really felt the weight of Jackson's death was when we were trying to decide where to bury him. I was so upset that I would have to make that decision when my body and mind were still recovering from his birth...I didn't feel like I could make the right decision. Lincoln stepped up and took care of the details with the mortuary and the burial. Then we sat down and listed all of the pros and cons of burying him in Mesa or Snowflake. I feel very comfortable with the choice that we made. I love the Snowflake Cemetery because most times when I go I (or Lincoln & I) are the only ones there. It is so open and beautiful and it has a more personal feeling to it. They don't have as many rules or guidelines as far as the headstones go. I like seeing headstones that reflect each person and who they were on this earth, and the way they touched others' lives. I can't wait to pick out Jackson's!!!
