My mother died in June of 2019. It took us months to decide on a gravestone, and the the pandemic slowed everything down. It was finally installed after Thanksgiving, but then it was winter.

Yesterday we finally had a beautiful day to visit in person. Her sisters and mother (who turns 91 today. Happy birthday, Grannie) have kept it well-loved and decorated. It’s in a beautiful spot in her family cemetery in the hills of Kentucky where she grew up and where her family still lives. It’s just lovely.