Post by nursejenn on Jul 20, 2010 10:42:44 GMT -5
Monday, July 12th was "Angel Day" here. I started it off at midnight with my boyfriend crying. He feels guilty because the last time he saw Mikey, we were arguing. I was trying to stop smoking, and was quite miserable, and he was encouraging me to not smoke, and I wasnt having it. So he feels bad the last time he saw Mikey, there was anger in the air. Totally understand that, because I was the miserable one that last weekend together.
In the morning, we woke up, and went to the craft store. I had taken balloons up to the cemetery the day before, an orange-brown-yellow bouquet of balloons to represent his beloved reese cups, and by the time we left, 3 had broken, so I had to put something else there. We ended up picking out 2 coconut baskets to go on the double hook I placed to hold his balloons, and we put a beautiful mix that my daughters and I picked out. We spent some time there, decorating, clearing away dried grass, etc., and assuring him his stone was in process.
It was a rough day because the girls fought the whole way to the cemetery which is in my hometown, and we live an hour away. It made for a long car ride, and I knew it was a hard day for everyone, so I tried to not yell at them too much.
On the way home, I gave the girls bubbles. I figured they could blow bubbles out the windows and stay occupied. Mind you, they are 12 and 17. I thought if anyone stopped me or said anything, I would just tell them we were trying to bring a little joy on a sad day. No one stopped us, however... we came across a bridge, and stopped at a red light, which is FANTASTIC for bubble blowing. I switched lanes after the red light so a different car would be behind us. Nope, the guys behind us followed us, and the passenger was hanging out his car window, laughing, and popping the bubbles. It made us laugh a little on such a rough day. It sounds weird, and I guess it was one of those had to be there moments, but it brought some comfort. Mikey always liked to make others smile, so it was our way of passing a little Mikey on to everyone else.
Below is a photo of our handiwork, and we think it turned out pretty decent for not being floral designers.
Thankfully, we have a cemetery that has no restrictions, and if something is wrong, they will call my mother who lives across the street to come and fix whatever is wrong.
In the morning, we woke up, and went to the craft store. I had taken balloons up to the cemetery the day before, an orange-brown-yellow bouquet of balloons to represent his beloved reese cups, and by the time we left, 3 had broken, so I had to put something else there. We ended up picking out 2 coconut baskets to go on the double hook I placed to hold his balloons, and we put a beautiful mix that my daughters and I picked out. We spent some time there, decorating, clearing away dried grass, etc., and assuring him his stone was in process.
It was a rough day because the girls fought the whole way to the cemetery which is in my hometown, and we live an hour away. It made for a long car ride, and I knew it was a hard day for everyone, so I tried to not yell at them too much.
On the way home, I gave the girls bubbles. I figured they could blow bubbles out the windows and stay occupied. Mind you, they are 12 and 17. I thought if anyone stopped me or said anything, I would just tell them we were trying to bring a little joy on a sad day. No one stopped us, however... we came across a bridge, and stopped at a red light, which is FANTASTIC for bubble blowing. I switched lanes after the red light so a different car would be behind us. Nope, the guys behind us followed us, and the passenger was hanging out his car window, laughing, and popping the bubbles. It made us laugh a little on such a rough day. It sounds weird, and I guess it was one of those had to be there moments, but it brought some comfort. Mikey always liked to make others smile, so it was our way of passing a little Mikey on to everyone else.
Below is a photo of our handiwork, and we think it turned out pretty decent for not being floral designers.
Thankfully, we have a cemetery that has no restrictions, and if something is wrong, they will call my mother who lives across the street to come and fix whatever is wrong. 
