Today I took Emma, Madilyn, and Ammon to Jan's grave. We clipped some roses from our rose bush and made a little bouquet. Apparently Sunday is the day to go to the cemetery. It seemed there were at least 4 other families there when we were there. I just stood there and wept. My kids were off looking at other tombstones and I just stood there and wept. This is just not how our lives were supposed to work out. We were to grow old together. One thing I feel has happened since her departure. I feel stronger. Stronger in the areas that I felt weak before. It seems odd to me that an event that tears you in two pieces has the ability of strengthening you.
