Day 67: March 7

We drove an hour and a half to a cemetery where generations of our family have been buried.  There we had a small graveyard service before returning to College Station for the memorial service.  We took long stem roses and each of us wrote a note to Mommy and tied it to a rose. At the end of the service we each placed our rose with its note on her casket, which was a handmade birch box made by a carpenter after Mommy's death.

Funny story, that... they'd had the carpenter in their house to do work a few years ago and while he was there, Mommy asked him if he'd ever made a coffin.  He said that he'd never done it, but that it shouldn't be hard.  So Mom made arrangements with him to make hers (and our dad's someday)!  He said to let him know when one of them died and he'd drop everything to build the casket. Which he did.