This is the first picture we've ever taken of any of us with Christian's gravestone. I'm never sure how I'll react when we visit the site. Still brings back memories that I sometimes want to bury and sometimes pull out to mull over. Sometimes the pain hits hard and other times I can simply revell in the fact that our boy is with Jesus and that's a fact and a very present reality. I ended up somewhere in between this time, but I've learned to not fight it. Letting grief have it's way, tempered by truth, held by a Saviour who collects our tears in a bottle, is healing and even beautiful, in its own way.
(Cher)
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