The cemetery we picked for Ellie is beautiful. It's a memorial garden so there are no monument type headstones, only flat ones. There are rolling hills and a lot of large beautiful trees. Ellie's spot in tucked in between some large pine trees. Today everything was covered in a fresh coat of snow... so peaceful and serene.
While we were there today we saw a hawk gliding above us and it reminded me of the day we buried our sweet girl. It was so obvious that day that Ellie wasn't far away...
The three days before Ellie's funeral were very cold, windy and rainy- actually it was the equivalent of an inland hurricane... But the day of her celebration was beautiful, blue skies and a slight breeze. We all gathered around Ellie's small casket, nestled beneath three pine trees. As Pastor Paul began to read, my husband noticed an eagle hovering high above in the sky, right over us. It stayed there for several minutes, and then it just disappeared. I'm sure it was our Peanut showing she was ok.
|The eagle (and an airplane...)|
Three balloons got caught in three seperate trees. A green balloon, a yellow balloon and a purple balloon. The green balloon was the one my mom released. The next day the balloon had popped but the paper hearts are still in the tree.
|Ma's Balloon (Ellie's Grandma)|
|Grams' balloon (Ellie's Great-Grandma)|
|My balloon and message to Ellie|
I really don't think it was a coincidence that the three balloons left behind represented the three generations Ellie left behind.
|Four Generations- at Ellie's baptism, less than two weeks before she died|