It was the kids idea, at least, I think it was. It's been two weeks today since we lost one of our pets. After we covered up the grave, we gathered rocks and placed them on top. We then thought it would be a nice tribute to paint the rocks and replace them at the gravesite.
Last week we cleared off the counter, brought in and washed the rocks, assembled paints and brushes, and got to work. My wife, youngest son, daughter and myself participated in our memorial activity. We had no rules--everyone could do what they wanted and put on the rocks what they wanted to say as a tribute.
My daughter went with a colorful design on a black background. It's a sweet one.
My son used a "G" instead of the whole name. It's sweet as well.
My wife called the cat Princess Gracie, because that's exactly what she was, so that's what she painted on her rock. She also added patches of tan and black, because Gracie was white, tan, and black...a beautiful color combination.
I got to my rock a little late. In fact, it's not finished. And truth be told, none of the rocks are completely finished. We need to locate our shellac to protect the paint. If we had put these out after we painted them last week, the rain we've had almost every day would have removed our heartfelt messages.
There's no way a few rocks covered with paint and words can replace the loss we feel when we look around the house and notice she's no longer with us. But, in a small way, it helps. And that's what a memorial should, when all's said and done.
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