Well, the campaign for the headstone has been a wonderful success. The Unitarians, bless their ever-questioning souls, came through with unexpected generosity. The woman and I spoke together at the service. I told the story of how I got involved. She showed pictures of the young boy and told the story of the gravesite and how the cemetery board had made her take down her decorations.
Then I brought up the dream of the headstone and how they could be part of this dream.
My son, who was sitting behind the woman, said she gasped and sat upright when I proposed the idea. The people in the congregation reached into their pockets and donated from the heart. With a few more dollars we will be there.
The woman (it sounds so clumsy, but I really don’t want to use her name for the sake of her own privacy) told me that she and her family cried all afternoon about their good fortune. They had been sending away for headstone brochures, but had figured it was an impossible dream. Then, this.
Now we only have to arrange for purchase and installation, and a wonderful circle will have been completed. I hope to write something more as the story unfolds further. I want you all to be a part of this. But, for now, I just wanted to get the word out.
And to those of you who wrote asking how to help, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I’ve tried to get back to each of you with the address of the bank that is holding the funds. If I didn’t get to you, or if any of you want this information, contact me.
This is a wonderful story growing out of a terrible tragedy. We are lucky to be able to play a part in it.