One of the Griefshare Surviving the Holidays suggestions was to decorate our loved one's grave. As you can see by the picture, the day was gray and dreary. Nevertheless, we hung a wreath on his memorial bench and staked solar lights, even though the cemetery closes after sunset and no one but those in the neighboring properties would be there to see them come on. It was just one more instance of doing the best we can with the choices left to us, unsatisfying choices, far removed from what our hearts want so desperately--to see him and not his grave.
Two Wreaths
One hangs by our home's front door.
One rests where your body lies.
One for joy, one for sorrow.
One for peace and one for pain.
One for birth and one for death.
One looks forward, one looks back.
One for the Savior, born to die.
One for the son He came to save.
Woven together for all time,
like a wreath, God's Son and mine
One.
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