This sweet girl is Megan Christine Einfeldt. She was one of our babysitters when we lived in Aurora, Colorado. It’s hard for me to tell you this…. but with tears… I will tell you that she also took her life 8 1/2 years ago as a young mother. Her mother, Maureen, has been a comfort and help to us since our Ashton died. She recently sent me a poem that she wrote. It fits so perfectly with the timing of Ashton’s headstone arriving and the thoughts I’ve had lately. We have warm memories of this gentle Megan with our children. I remember her with this beautiful, sweet smile. Megan and Ashton… two gentle souls. I wonder if they have connected in the spirit world?
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Love Lies Here
It used to be that cemeteries
Were cold stoned yards;
Green and grassy,
Flagged, flowered and ornamented,
Filled with dearly departed
Strangers.
Some remembered.
Others lost, forgotten.
None mine.
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Not anymore….
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Now I have one
Residing amid the cemetery grasses.
That sacred, hallowed place
marked—
Etched in stone–
Named, dated and emblemed—
Warmly noting to all who pass
Here is mine!
Stop! Look!
Love lies here!
Love!
Here is one
So very missed,
So very much loved,
Lost only to earthly arms that long to hold,
Enfold them.
Love lies beneath the grassy earth that separates us.
No strangers
None lost
Not forgotten,
Only dearly, dearly departed
Loved Ones.
—Maureen Crimin Einfeldt
Beautiful.
Going back to your pay the other day, i think that is why we place flowers or momentous on our loved ones graves. We want others who may be passing by to know how much the person that is buried at this graveside is loved and missed. I keep trying to think of something I can do for my husband’s grave that will let others know what he meant to us, but there really isn’t anything that conveys the depth of how we feel about him or the void that was left.
Thank you Kimberlee. I think you are right about why we put those flowers on the graves. It’s about all we can do.