This week of Spring Break has been both wonderful and terrible. From Saturday to Wednesday, I went snow skiing and had a wonderful time. The snow was good, the weather cooperated, the company was fun. I couldn't have asked for a better trip.
Then I got home and had to deal with the emotions of Jason's first birthday in heaven. I asked his friends via Facebook to send me some good memories of him, and I have received messages from all over. That has helped; I like knowing that his friends are remembering fun times. Friday was the six month anniversary of his death, so Tony and I went to Stillwater and had lunch with Allison and Carson. We watched the Cowboys win and enjoyed a good lunch.
The only thing left is seeing his headstone. There's something about seeing his name carved in stone that frightens me. I'm not sure how I will react. It should be up soon because last week they started preparing for it by pouring a slab. That usually is a sign that the stone is almost ready.
Once again I will have to put on my "big girl panties" and so out there to see it. We tried to choose a stone that was different, personal, and fitting for Jason. I hope it looks like I have pictured it.