Some things happened and I ended up being there alone but, in some ways, I am grateful for that. It was, obviously, much more personal and meaningful. Walking up and down the rows of headstones and looking for the tiny markers was so sad. It was extra sad when I saw two graves near eachother of babies with the same last name that were a couple years apart. That poor, poor mom. The best we can do is pray for her.
It was insightful looking at the dates. I am not too young to die. There were so many young adults. How come I got kicked in the head by a HORSE and am doing pretty dang good these days? It just made me appreciate my life and my babies health so much. Either I have been blessed or I'm super lucky.
Here are some images from Ogden City Cemetery.
Merry Christmas, guys.
The guy who was in charge of the memorial called me to ask me why I did it and stuff. I told him it was for the Ruby Jane Foundation. I got to explain that one of our big goals is Organ Donation Awareness. I was so happy he asked! I love Ruby, and I love Ani, and I am so happy to do whatever I can for Ani and Ruby's cause.

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