Growing up my mom always visited the cemetery. I always thought it was weird, sorry mom.
I always wondered what you did at a cemetery.
So I didn’t know what I would feel having to visit Seth’s grave.
But it’s been something I’ve really wanted to do.
I know he’s with Jesus now but that’s where his physical body is.
Again Angie Smith penned the words of my heart:
“I know Seth isn’t really in there;
It’s just that his knees are,
And I would have loved to kiss them after he fell.
I need to mourn the loss of arms that cannot wrap around me here……
They are deep within the ground,
Never to be mine
And I need to feel that loss.”
I need to mourn the fact that I will never have the opportunity to cover his cheeks with kisses.
I will never have the opportunity to tickle his belly.
I will never have the opportunity to see him smile.
I will never know his eye color or be able to pick his laugh out in a crowd.
So being with his knees is incredibly comforting.
It will be hard having leaving the states on Monday for that reason.