Rami's Resting Place

We went to visit Rami's resting place on Sunday.  It was the first time back for Ghaith and his parents.  I've been once each month.  I went on my birthday with a few good girlfriends, when Rami would have been one month old.  I went last month with my mom, and this month with Ghaith and his parents.  Going there is a journey each time.  It's never easy but it feels good... right... sad yet peaceful.

We chose to bury Rami in the cemetery of a small town in the Columbia Gorge.  The cemetery is old, small and beautiful.  In its grounds lay at rest some of the first pioneers who came out west.  I've always been inspired by the pioneer spirit.

There is a big tree in the middle of the cemetery.  Rami is buried under it.  Ghaith and I find comfort in its protection and strength.

Last month I brought socks for Rami.  It has just started snowing and I was so sad that I hadn't put socks on his feet before he was buried.  I was crying when I went to lay them at his grave.  I used his socks to wipe my tears, and was surprised that I left an imprint of my eyes with my mascara.  It felt right, like I can be there watching over him.

This month our grooming of his grave included adding some moss and lichen to the sticks we've had outlining his space.  The greens are so vibrant.