One of the more surreal moments of losing Ollie was sitting in the funeral home discussing plans for his cremation... we opted to have all services at our church, where we felt very at home, loved, personal and peaceful. I hated it at the funeral home. It made his death too official, just a few days after saying goodbye to my BABY. The man took us to the display with a variety of urns and I hated all of them. I think I really hated what they represented, but also we just didn't feel that any of them were right for Ollie. We wanted to be sure that everything about his death was personal, sincere, and reflective of him and our family. But we needed something to put his ashes in. I wanted his ashes to be at the memorial services. So, we started searching. And I couldn't take it. And some of my dearest friends and one of their sweet Moms took over for me. They scoured the city, found a few quick options, and we decided on which was the most appropriate. So, since then, that's where Ollie's ashes stayed. His "urn" came to mean a lot to me because it reminds me how gracious, supportive, loving, and brave my friends were when Ollie died. I thank my lucky stars for them almost daily! Mark and I had decided we'd just keep an eye out and someday we'd find the perfect one for Ollie. And, while out shopping recently we did! A small, gorgeous, but subtle box with an olive branch on it ❤️ It was just right ❤️
On January 3, 2013, my 1 yr old son, Ollie, passed away. That's where my life "before Ollie" ends and my grief journey begins... My new normal, my path toward healing, my life "after Ollie". I'm a grieving mother who believes in hope. This is my story.