Here is a poem he wrote for her.
Felicity, that happy name
You did not come as we presumed—
Life is never ill-conceived.
The God who numbers all our days
He’s teaching us to trust his grace
Felicity, your name will hence
She was so nice. She found a great book of clipart for me to look through. This was just the sort of look I had been thinking of. Maybe I should start a marker design business. There's really some sad choices out there.
I do have to make some choices. I started working on it the other day. It all takes time. Little bits here and there. And not something you want to do either.
Before we left to go home, we drove out to the cemetary and saw that the funeral director had put a temporary marker on Isabel's grave. That was so nice. A little relief in my heart.
She was a person.
She mattered to us.
Her body lies here.