You can’t choose your destiny. You can’t choose your fate. You can’t choose the important things in this world because they choose you. All you can do is choose to be there to be present when it’s your turn. To be there for someone who needs you even when that someone’s time here is just forty-five minutes. You can think of what could have been or you can think of what was. Even if what was came and went before you could blink and know it was real. Life is what we make it. We can choose whether we make it happy or sad but sometimes that takes a lot of time, practice and patience. I love and miss you, my precious son.
I googled my son’s name (whom we lost to anencephaley some years ago) and a website came up that shows pictures of cemeteries and even obit information for some. It appears to be driven by volunteers. If you google someone’s name you lost and follow it with grave often you can find a photo of the gravestone. I tried it with my dad’s name and grandparents and they all came up. I don’t normally write sad posts but part of my goal with this blog is to share information and this seemed useful.