The Headstone
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I walk to the cemetery often.
Itâs only 1.2 miles from our house.
Through the neighborhood then down a path.
Jason still doesnât have a headstone.
A spindly BYU garden flag marks his place.
I go visit the cemetery, think about ordering a headstone, then walk away and forget all about it.
I believe this happens because it hasnât been the right time to do it.
Perhaps itâs because it will feel so final.
An ending.
Iâm not exactly certain.
But whatever the reason, I forget that he doesnât have a headstone until I visit the cemetery again.
I went a few days ago.
His flag had been bent a little toward the ground.
I righted it and smiled.
âCome on, Kolette,â I laughed to myself. âGive him something better than this puny thing!â
I made it home still thinking about it.
I wrote it on my list.
Ordered it yesterday.
It wasnât hard.
It was actually kind of fun.
I thought about what we wanted to say. What message would be important enough to us that we would want it etched in stone.
Itâs a simple design.
A bench. Because I like to sit at the cemetery.
With âGO TEAM HALLâ and the phrase âmight as well enjoy the rideâ etched on the back. They represent our family.
Who weâve always been and who weâll be forever.
Coleman was incredulous when I told him that I wasnât going to put a BYU logo on it. âWhat??! What??!!,â he passionately declared with a grin. âMom, you are breaking dadâs heart! No, his insides! Mom, you are breaking dadâs spirit!â he exclaimed. đ
So the oval Y is on there.
For you, Coleman. Because you know your dad would like it. (And I like it, after all).
It wonât be ready for a couple of months.
Iâll show it to you then.
But Iâm finally looking forward to it.
Excited, actually.
Perhaps Iâll feel differently when it gets placed. Perhaps it will hurt with a particular finality.
But I honestly donât think so.
I like it.
And it reminds me of who we are.
Go Team Hall.
I like that.âđ»đ