We met with the funeral home today. Nothing was what I wanted. The caskets were all wrong … but then again a child dying is all wrong. They were all the frilly light blue and pink crap you see for baby showers. They didn’t fit my Owen. Thank heavens for Doug and our parents … they helped pick one. White and simple.
The decisions are made … took three and a half hours. Going back and forth about the obituary. I found myself angry that I was having to cut down words to describe my Owen. He’s worth more than 500 words … how can I possibly cut down what he was able to accomplish in 6 months? I would do anything for my kids … price is no factor.
I was angry for having to think about cost and money. I kept trying to remind myself that life goes on. Owen deserved my life … The obituary in the newspaper cost more than his entire funeral. honestly ….
My chest was so tight and it was so hard to breath. I felt weak and frustrated. I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE. I kept screaming it over and over in my head. Feeling angry. I wanted to yell at someone. Took all the strength that I had to stay calm with the staff. I wanted to sleep. Crawl into a small ball on the floor and sleep. Maybe then I’d wake up from this nightmare.
We are going to honor our little warrior on Wednesday, June 1st at Ascension Lutheran Church, 1415 Dopp St, Waukesha, WI 53089. Visitation will begin at noon and last until the service begins at 4pm.
We ask that in lieu of flowers, please make a donation to Owen’s Relief Fund. While flowers are beautiful they will perish. Help Doug, my family and I create a memorial for Owen that will live on for years and years to come.
Thank you for joining us on this journey and for all of your words of encouragement. The journey isn’t done yet … there are still three other boys who will make a thumb print on this earth.
Let us send off Owen in true warrior style!