The Headstone

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With a little help from our local over-zealous detective person, Mom has spent the last while lost in negative emotion and self doubt. Every so often, someone asks about what happens to Nathan, and Mom struggles to find a way to explain, struggling all the more as she tries to tell it her way, what she actually saw, not Mr. Gloom (the detective's) way (who didn't see a darn thing until after some "helpers" had thoroughly altered everything). Today there came a news headline that drop-side cribs are banned. And now we have answers. When we found Nathan that dreadful day, this is what we found:



Now I know which group of grieving parents we belong to.

A Monumental Day (in the making)

Today we finally did it: we ordered a monument (aka headstone) for Nathan's grave. Only about five years after the fact, but what's five years to a rock? Since I was chosen to go order it, I chose what it will say. I will probably post a picture of it whenever it's done sometime eight or more weeks from now. I remember going to look at monuments way back when, and as I happened to have Lydia with me today, it reminded me that I probably had Amanda with me then. Only that time I didn't actually make up my mind about it. As checklist items go, this is definitely one of the odder ones I've had to do, but I will say it's nice to have it almost out of the way. I went to see the grave afterward since I was at the cemetery anyway. I've always found it before by the monument next to it. Today I realized I wasn't sure which side of that monument the grave I was looking for was on. So, I guess we really did need to get one after all. Thanks to Grandma and Grandpa for financing it.