Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Yesterday would have been Aidan's 11th birthday. He's gone, but very much a part of our family. On his birthday each year, we honor him by having a family night. We visit his grave, and usually go out to dinner. Sometimes we do something fun--just the four of us.
Sitting at the cemetery yesterday, where one child is buried, I watched the other two. They bopped around, noting names and dates of the little ones buried in "The Garden of Angels"-- a part of the cemetery set aside for babies. They paused at their brother's grave, as well as at the newer grave of their cousin Sadie. They placed rocks--on which they wrote messages--on both graves.
As the sun sank in the sky, we couldn't help but notice Pickle's tall silhouette. She was so small the first time we came to see her brother's "name". Much time has passed. Having a brother in heaven is not odd to these two. It's just part of their life--their reality.
Bubba asked yesterday morning (on his own initiative) if he could bring some mementos he has of Aidan to school--wanting to introduce his classmates to the big brother he never met. It is important to him to acknowledge Aidan's life. I understand his teacher read the entire memorial bookmark to the class--including the lyrics to the song we had printed on the back. Bubba said she cried a bit as she read. Bless her for allowing Bubba to share this part of his life with his community at school.
It's just a part of their life--my other two. A normal, but important, part. God has woven Aidan's story into theirs. I think it's beautiful. I'm unwrapping this gift today with emily at chatting at the sky.