Its almost 8 weeks now. My husband wanted to be buried. I wish he hadn’t but I fulfilled his wish. I would have liked to have his ashes at home. Maybe in the flower border under a rose bush and take heart when the rose flowered. I don’t like to think of him at the bottom of a deep hole. I put fresh flowers on his grave today. I find it very upsetting to just leave him there, I cant find any comfort talking to a grave.
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Plant that rose and remember him every time you tend to it.
My friend gave me a rose with my partner’s name… every time I see it or tend to it i think of him.
My partner has a reserved space for his ashes… it’s 3 hours away from our home, I won’t be able to do that journey every week.
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Thank you. I will
Sheshe sorry for your loss its still early days for you everything is so raw hopefully in time you will visit grave and feel peace and be able to talk . My hubby was buried its a double plot so i will end up on top of him something we planned for and he used to laugh thinking I’ll be on top. I now visit grave most days as only live next door to cemetery and find it a comfort I’m had a nice headstone made and put flowers on regularly. You can still plant a rose in your garden and when you get flowers cut them and take to grave. X
Thank you Misprint. Sorry for your loss. I appreciate everything you say and agree you are right. I just have to come to terms with it.
Im so sorry for your loss, i lost my husband 4 weeks ago and he was burried. We call his grave daddys garden and go to tend to it, we have planted small rose bushes in grave vases and the children enjoy watering them and making the current pile of mud look pretty with petals and feathers. Maybe if you look at it as an extra garden it could help.
Thank you ToriaVic. I am so sorry for your loss. An extra garden is a lovely thought. It has been 9 weeks now and I am just beginning to accept my loss. I think I was going through an angry phase when I made this post. I only have five melt downs per day now unless something unexpected happens and then I crumble again. This week I crumbed because suddenly my bedroom window would not close. A neighbour looked at it for me and told me the lock barrel was going round and round. Hence I can close it now but can’t lock it. It only takes one little thing to go wrong and I am back to feeling totally alone and bereft again.
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