One of the hardest things I've ever had to do was watch my son's headstone be put into it's place. I know this sounds crazy...but it just made everything ultimately final. Some of you who have been there will understand that, and some of you will not. It's just one of those things. I guess because it really is the final thing that I got to do for him.
I came back to catch up on your blog, like I do from time to time. I was scrolling down and these pictures caught my eye. Then I read what you wrote. I just wanted to say, before I'm crying so bad I can't see, that this is not the last thing you, or any of us, get to do for our sweet Kelsey. Just like we did for his birthday a few days ago, there are always flowers to bring and shepard's hooks to deocrate, and balloons to watch slowly float away, as if he's saying he's there with us, watching over us and letting us know he's in a much better place than this world we live in. We will always be there for him and he will always be there for us, too.
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