Today I visited. It was the first time back to the cemetery since the service and memorial. I first stopped at the memorial wall. We had received a letter in the mail saying your name had been inscribed onto the wall. I found your beautiful name on the wall. I touched it. I said it over and over in my mind. I took a few pictures while I was there. Then it hit me like a wall. The tears began to flow-tears of sorrow, tears of frustration, tears of wonder, tears of why, tears of peace. I went to the grave site then. Although there was no grave stone yet I could tell that it was the right place. Could you tell that I was there? I felt that your presence was there. Why?… Because as I walked back to the car I heard a cardinal. And before I opened the car door I began to hear several more cardinals, singing their song. They seem to say “I’m okay mommy. I am in good hands”. When I got home I put a lovely memorial stone your grandma gave us in our garden and place maroon pansies and yellow snapdragons around it. So delicately a yellow flower had landed on the cross on the stone. I took several photos of it feeling a sense of peace flow over me.