#DIY: Gravestone

When my grandmother died, my mom really wanted a paving stone angel for the grave. There was one nearby, on another relative’s grave, and my mother loved it. We looked for years and years to find one, and never could.

I found one last week.

So tonight, I made it.

It was some kind of mix:


All I had to do was add water:


And then press it into a giant pie plate kind of thing:


Then I pressed pieces of glass into the “cement”, making a flower:


And I used the pieces from mom’s china plate that Five accidentally broke on Easter Sunday (his button got caught on the lace tablecloth, and the plate went flying):


That was also related to some special memories because the first road trip I took mom on after I got baptized, and which was so healing and reconnecting-ish, was a trip to Nauvoo, where she heard the stories of the women breaking their china to make the temple sparkle, and I teased her about it ever since. So it was perfect timing that Five broke the plate when I was ready to do this project.

Then I stamped letters into the “cement” after it had dried a little:


And also added her years of birth and death:


And it turned out fairly nice, so that finally my mother can have a marker for her grave:


It will dry for the next couple days, then we will take it to her grave this weekend for Mother’s Day.


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I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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