The Importance of Days

My husband and I enjoy visiting cemeteries. Maybe we are even a little obsessed with it. As a result when we vacation, we like to visit local cemeteries, especially historical cemeteries. This summer I had the opportunity to visit the Mount Olivet Cemetery in Frederick, MD.

I saw a grave marker that resonated with me: 

Every day is important. Modern grave markers only list the years of birth and death. My mother’s gravestone only lists her birth and death dates. She was almost 62 years old. She lived 61 years, 7 months, and 12 days.

For those who have lost children, every day is important. When time is short those days seem even more precious. Our children’s lives were very short, but we treasured the time we had.

1.      Baby, 6 weeks

2.      Ava, 7 weeks, 2 days

3.      Eve, 6 weeks

While at the cemetery I was reminded of the beauty of remembrance. These stones stand in memory of those who have gone before. Gone, but not forgotten.

Lastly, I am glad my Redeemer lives!

“I know that my redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand on the earth.” (Job 19:25)