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Good Friends Indeed

When we lost Ben, I never had given one thought as to where I would bury my child. It is not something one spends time thinking about. As a military family, we knew our current location was not permanent, and neither Tony's family nor mine have a plot. So my father suggested we have him placed in the mausoleum, so that when we retire, if we want, we can move him close to us. Well, as you can see from the picture below, Ben earned himself a top spot, which is hard to reach, but we adapted as best we could.
Now that we no longer are nearby, we have relied on the local florist to deliver flowers for us. Friends will occasionally stop by the cemetary and let us know when to order new flowers. The florist has not been careful, however, and lately our flowers are blown away within a few days of their placement.

Yesterday, my two dear, dear friends, volunteered to pick up the arrangement and hand deliver them. They chose to use a ladder instead of our method, but I am ever so thankful that God placed these friends in my life. They have been a constant support for me. Thank you Sheila and Mellanie for all you do for our Ben. It touches me deeply that you regularly visit him when I cannot. I love you both dearly.



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  1. KarenMay 20, 2010 at 11:58 AM

    oh my, such wonderful, wonderful friends. what a gift of love for you all. very touching.

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