tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419822014263544504.post2773893087975956737..comments2023-10-30T04:39:41.446-04:00Comments on Life With Bellymonster (Liz McLennan): On Christmas Eve, Dinky Cars and Traditions-in-the-MakingBelly (Liz McLennan)http://www.blogger.com/profile/12185843639648333419noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419822014263544504.post-39968929795429357342013-01-01T15:16:23.526-05:002013-01-01T15:16:23.526-05:00When I was little I lost my grandfather. He was s...When I was little I lost my grandfather. He was special to me. For some reason I thought Papa needed ice-cream. Every time I would visit the cemetery I would leave him pennies. Every time I would go back those pennies were gone, to me, proof that Papa was enjoying ice-cream. <br />I don't get to the cemetery in Pickering all that often anymore, but when I do I still leave Papa and now Nana pennies for ice-cream. I suspect my kids think I'm crazy, but that's ok... it means more than flowers.<br /><br />For us as a family whenever we go on a family vacation we always bring back a souvenir for our son Gabriel. We take it up when we get home and put it on his headstone. To me it includes him in our everyday life. Just because someone we love is not physically in our life, it does not mean that they are "no longer" in our life, it just takes on a different form. <br /><br />Good for you letting your son still have that connection, and how sweet of him to remember his uncle.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00311283692348432981noreply@blogger.com