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