The deep peacock-blue flecks of stone don't really show unless you're in the right light and the ivy crawling over the sides isn't easy to see in the shot, but this is the stone for my Mom. It's hard to get a good sense of the stone but it finally got ordered and finally got delievered. There was drama at the end of the week last week as to whether it would or not, but it did and it was perfect.
The first name only was sort of a nod to Mom's last request since she'd gone through so many married names, the last time she became single, she comtemplated just going by her first name. For the first time in all her years of crazy ideas, I thought it was SO perfect. So I thought it would be fun to honor that wish and only put her name on the front. Of course, to appease the more traditional family, I had the last name inscribed on the back which faces the entrace to the cemetary but I think my brothers and I did OK by her this one last time.
You boys did good. Lovely choice. I wish I'd met her.
Love and kisses, honey.
It was a warm gathering in the midst of a bleak, cold and rainy day. The stone is magnificent and you guys have it beautifully set. It is a fitting (and tall!) tribute to an exquisite, complicated and compelling woman, your mother.
It's beautiful, Beau.
I love Amber. I wish I'd known her too.
What a fitting tribute. It's lovely and you're right...the single name on the front, was perfect. It's exactly what I want people to do for me..make it fit.
I have been reading over this account of your mother. You are a good son. She was a good mother. I am really touched by what I read.
Beau, I came back to your blog and have been reading more and more. Your blog is truly an inspiration on many levels. Keep up the good work. I think it is great!
I wish I could give her one more hug and tell her she is the best.