Sacred Place

Our sacred place and place of memory for Clara has always been her tree and rose bush in our front yard and her grave.  This year the move has changed that.  We no longer look out to see our beautiful crabapple tree.  Instead we see the few things we were able to bring with us.  Chris and I bought this bench shortly after we planted Clara’s tree and landscaped a “peanut” shape around it.  We would sometimes sit on the bench and think about her knowing someday the tree would provide shade and comfort.  The Love plaque was on Clara’s grave for almost a year but after the rules changed at the cemetery, we brought it home.  It made the trek to Iowa thanks to a couple of special helpers/movers who saw it after everything was packed and loaded.  🙂

Every single day I walk past these two precious things and am reminded that we didn’t leave Clara behind.  We have simply left a reminder back home that her spirit lives on.  And now we have a reminder that her spirit lives in our new home and in our hearts.  It makes me smile. <3

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“One day I caught myself smiling for no reason, then I realized I was thinking of you.”