Lucy misses her doting big brother.
Last October, we planted the body of our son like a seed in the earth. We know that one day it will be raised from the grave, and Maxwell will have a new body, made perfect in Christ, at the time of the resurrection.
This is our sure hope.
We started planning his memorial stone at the beginning of the year. I couldn't bear the thought of my son's body deep in the earth with no marker to prove it. If a cemetery is like a garden with believers in Christ planted in the soil, then a stone is like a garden marker.
This is our sure hope.
We started planning his memorial stone at the beginning of the year. I couldn't bear the thought of my son's body deep in the earth with no marker to prove it. If a cemetery is like a garden with believers in Christ planted in the soil, then a stone is like a garden marker.
Here lies the body of Maxwell Dennis Romeo - a dearly loved son, brother, and friend.
I waited so impatiently these months for his garden marker to be placed. Last weekend, it was. I'm not sure what I expected to feel when I finally saw it - relief perhaps, or maybe peace - but what I got instead was an overwhelming mixture of intense sadness, anger, and pride. The stone is so beautiful and is exactly what we wanted for his grave, yet I want to kick it over and smash it to bits because what I really want is my son back.
We will see him again...but not yet. Not yet.
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