Sunday, November 15, 2009

Zane visits the "Flower Place"

From Bryce Aubrey Zeiner

Today marks the 6 month anniversary of Bryce's death and the first day to view his gravestone. It was placed on Saturday and today Grandma Mouge, Dad, Mom and Zane went to unveil the stone. The perfect California weather permitted a leisurely stay along with a visit to a nearby park for Zane, which is routine when we visit Bryce. We also bring one book to read aloud; typically one that allows us to laugh and enjoy our family, even if it is one child too small. Today we read "I Love You Stinky Face", a book about a child who continually asks his mother if she would love him even if he was a man-eating dinosaur, or a scary crocodile with big sharp teeth, or a smelly skunk called Stinky Face. Of course the moral of the book is that the child would be loved no matter what and that the mom (our family) would jump through any hoops necessary. We love this book and Zane cracks up laughing during every read. Zane truly loves going to his "Flower Place" where he gets to run up and down the hill, play with flowers, and place them at grandma's, grandpas' and uncle's grave. This is normal for Zane, and we think that this is beautiful.

Throughout the week we will post reflections over the last 6 months on the family and Mama Zeiner blog sites. The headstone contains a piece of Navajo sandstone Gusti and Dianna picked up during one of our many pre-wedding visits to Zion Canyon. The sandstone was carved to depict Bryce Canyon's hoodoos (sandstone pillars). There are 4 hoodoos, representing Dad, Mom, Zane and Bryce. We had this specially made, courtesy of Harriet Zeiner. Thank you Grandma Mouge, it is a true piece of art.

From Bryce Aubrey Zeiner

2 comments:

East Coast Diana said...

What a beautiful memorial to your son. Thank you for sharing.

Unknown said...

Hello Gusti, Dianna and Zane

What a beautiful stone you have for Bryce! You put so much thought into it, it's just lovely.

The comment about Zane thinking it normal to run around in a cemetery really hit home with me. My older girl, Clara, she has also grown up thinking it was normal to visit a cemetery weekly, to check the flowers and walk around. Tragic that it is like that, but on the other hand, she has a greater understanding of life and death than children of her age have had (regardless of what her age was).

Thinking of you all, especially at this time of the year.

Hugs
Shari