At the end of the summer my father built a stone wall in the corner of our yard. The stones were from a wall in front of our house that Joe had taken down a few years ago when we made some changes to our landscaping. We actually bought the stones to begin with......Joe built a wall and then a few years later he took it down when we wanted to change things. Joe piled the stones beside the garage and we thought we would use them again some day. My father took those same stones and built the wall that serves as part of our monument to him. It makes my heart ache.
Behind the stone wall we planted a tree in honor of Joe. I was going to do this with my kids but as summer ended there was somewhat of a rush to get it into the ground. I planted some other flowers as well, and spread mulch all around it. The wall is beautiful, the tree will be gorgeous when it grows bigger and it is a great spot....but I sit at my desk and look out the window and I think in my head:
"I used to have Joe, and now I have a tree".