I never thought that funerals and gravestones were that big of a deal when it came to closer. The only funerals that I had been to growing up were for older people that were usually sick and it was their time to leave their broken bodies. In a way, certain deaths seem to bring much needed relief. I can't even really remember crying at those type of funerals.
Rowan's was different. Much, much, different. We needed the graveside service. It helped so much with our healing process. Her gravestone has helped as well. I'm glad it turned out so beautiful. I gave the people who made it one of her hand print's and they were able to etch it into the stone. Another neat thing about her marker, is that the length of it (not including the cement) is 16 inches. That's exactly how long she was. There's something about associating memories with certain objects that helps us hold on to those memories we have of her tighter. I'm glad we have them.