Yesterday I was able to get a little break from the kids because my mother in law took them to Grant’s Farm.
I headed over to see Bob and I figured since I was already over that way that I would go look at the headstones since it’s right down the street. I pulled into the parking spot and an overwhelming amount of anxiety washed over me. I headed towards the door passing a few headstones on display and made my way inside. Immediately I started shaking and crying uncontrollably. I think I was able to get out a sentence or two to the guy there and he gave me a piece of paper with some starting prices. I told him I’d have to come back another time because it was just too much. I knew it was going to be hard but had no idea that that would happen.
I remember when I went to pick out Bob’s plot and the guy saying we couldn’t have certain ones because people were buried there they just didn’t have a headstone yet. Some were there more than a year without one. He said we couldn’t put one out until at least 6 months after his burial anyway and I was shocked. I didn’t want Bob to be without one for that long and here it is 9 1/2 months later and I haven’t even picked one out yet. I’ve been looking at some online for ideas. I have so much I want on there and want it worded a certain way, photos to be used and I just want it to be perfect. Bob deserves the best and that’s what I plan on giving him.