Yesterday could not have been any more beautiful. The wind was crisp and cold. The sun was out and rays were shining.
Yesterday, January 17 was exactly five months before Mark’s due date, our anniversary. Friends gathered with their children and our family around Father as he sprinkled the holy water in the grave and on Mark’s small box in my hands. We began with the sign of the sign of the cross and prayers. Father read from scripture where Jesus tells the people, “Let the children come to me.” I had just given my husband this beautiful print for Christmas and found this reading quite perfect. He continued with the story of the sparrow. Jesus could have chosen any number of beautiful birds to get our attention, but He chose the simple sparrow with dull colors to tell us of how His Father in heaven knows of all things in all places.
Certainly if He knows when a sparrow is to fall, He too knows when His children will say goodbye to this world. Some young, some old, some in between. All in His perfect time and plan.
I was very touched being surrounded by so many friends. Many friends were not able to be there, but offered prayers of peace. I felt God’s peace and His grace the entire day. I held up pretty well until I watched as my husband placed Mark in the grave and Father said the final blessing. We said goodbye as Father stayed behind to watch as the grave was covered. The boys stones were put into place and cleaned off.
Today, the children and I went by the grave to place the roses my parents sent for the grave. It is a beautiful, peaceful looking grave.