I shared on a previous blog how I went back last week to the site where my husband took his own life back in May. You can read more about that visit by clicking here.
My daughter has also been asking to go there as well. She felt that seeing it with her own eyes would help with some closure (like mother, like daughter). So, this afternoon, we took off towards the dense woods with a couple of friends to revisit what has become a rather sacred place to me.
This time, I spent some time really up close and personal checking out greater details of the area…
The stream behind the campsite…
The tree with a “Y” shape, much like my own question (Why?)…
The spot where my husband took his last breath…
After about 30 minutes, we decided to head back to the car to prepare to leave. One of the ladies in the group picked up a couple of stones from the area as a keepsake, of sorts. She called them her “Chris stones”. Well, of course, we had to follow suit…so the rest of us headed back down to the campsite to search for our own Chris stones.
Being at the tail end of the group, my friend directly in front of me bent down and picked up a stone and said, “I’ve found your stone.” I looked at her questioningly, but she told me to close my eyes and hold out my hand.
I obeyed.
And, in my hand, she placed this…