April's Anguish of Anne's Absence

The winds of spring have been oppressive today. Even indoors the gusts have disheveled my concentration and focus.

Outdoors, if it wasn't battened down, it's gone. The mountain elevations got some of Denver's snow yesterday, so the winds have been cold in spite of today's sunny deception. Yesterday brought overcast & rain, and today it was gusting winds--welcome to spring.

Of course we had to check the children up the hill and make sure they were battened down good (an artform that I've nearly perfected--Martha Stewart Graveside should be my claim to fame.

Anyway, Abigail was fine with nary an issue, but Anne looked like a whirl wind (dirt devil without the dirt) had touched down right on top of her--her yellow spinner had come apart & was smashed to bits; every chick & lamb tossled over, and Brian found her bouquet of flowers all the way down at the corner--still intact and bundled together, beaded wire butterfly & all. The wind had to have been astonishing cuz I've got both the girls' bouquets bundled with heavy duty rubberbands and weighted with several fishing weights--and then if that's not enough, the flowers are then held down in their vases with a pick that I hang a little (heavy) stained glass butterfly ornament from. There's no way those flowers are going anywhere unless they grow legs & walk.

All we can think is that a dirt devil must have spun them out of the vase, and then they must have rolled like a tumble weed through the parking lot and down to the corner where the military folks are buried. We found the butterfly pick half way out in the cemetery driveway along with several pieces of shattered yellow spinner. In our three plus years managing weather worthy embellishments in the cemetery, we've never seen such upheaval. At first we thought she might have been vandalized, but we put our Sherlock Holmes instincts to work.

Ironically, no one else in the cemetery was bothered--even little Edward's bulky, awkward, non-weather worthy spinner held it's own and still stood up straight (he's buried right between Abigail & Anne). One of the babies not too far from Abigail had a small plush bear & a greeting card left for her over the Easter holiday--even the card held on for dear life with nothing more than a half ounce bear for it's anchor. It was totally weird.

But we've seen weird stuff there before. One day the first spring Abigail was there, they were cremating in the crematorium right there by the baby garden. A plume of smoke and transparent whirl wind came bursting out of the chimney. It whirled right in front of us and touched down like a dirt devil (with no dirt). It touched right in front of Dionna to the left of Abigail. It picked up everything on Karlee's grave one over, and literally threw it all into the mesa--over the fence and across the road. I sent Ben after it all, but none of it was to be found--nothing else was touched. Oddly, there's a small ankle twister sized hole in the lawn right where it touched. It's was the most bizarre thing we ever witnessed. We all just sort of stood there and looked at each other--no way that just happened... I'm telling you it was astonishing.

After that I worried about what manner of demons might come out of the crematorium. I still do if I let myself go there. I spent a lot of time after that asking God to post His best angels there for extra protection. I guess I need to make that my bedtime prayer yet again this season. Of course, the winds have calmed now, but will most likely return tomorrow. Hopefully, we tucked Anne back in well enough.

I worked on Trisomy Foundation tasks today--several new legacy pages to review for publishing. I even reviewed a page for a precious little seven year old--sweet & blonde and missing her two front teeth... I cried for joy that she was so precious; I sobbed in sorrow that she wasn't mine...






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