Brie loved going to her family's cabin in Cuchara, Colorado. Many of her posts were about the cabin. She loved her mountains and being together making memories. Brie always wanted to be buried at the cabin. Since that wasn't possible, her dad, Tom, decided to have a memorial/memory service for Brie at the cabin. One of her favorite holidays there was the 4th of July. She loved the parade and the fellowship and the family time. We all met up at her special place over the 4th weekend to remember and celebrate her life. Before we left I looked back at all her posting about the cabin on her blog. I wanted and prayed to see her special place through her eyes when we were there. Her brother, Brandon, had a memorial stone made for her, showing the mountains she loved so much. It is really beautiful and such an honor to her memory. Tom's family came to their cabin, and also 29 people stayed in Brie's cabin together! It was crazy and fun! Carrie, Brie's bff, her husband Dan, and their two kiddos Luke and Claire came. The Dallas family came, too. Rory and Judy, Eric's parents, stayed home with Curren who had an infection and could not come. So there was Tom, his wife Terry, Brie's brother Brandon and wife Liza, Brie's brother Jordan and his family of 6, Eric and the girls, 4 McCulloughs, 6 Dallas', 5 Williams', and I think that is all. Whew. Brie's sister Megan and husband Chris could not come at the last minute, so there would have been even more. I love looking around at all the faces. Brie would have loved everyone together sooooo much! Carrie and I decided that we would have to choose joy over sorrow, as to not be basket cases in front of our children. :) I think the amount of children there helped out! There were some tears, but there was much laughter all together again. We talked and ate and walked and sat and played and remembered our sweet friend. I missed her being there more than words. I wanted so badly for her to be showing me everything she loved, and for those quiet Melissa and Brie moments we always had to talk and share our hearts. That is what I miss so often...sharing our hearts. My heart misses that girl all the time. Here are some pictures of a beautiful and much-needed weekend.









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Ok, so why do I cry when reading your post, but didn't cry when writing mine?! Missing her today as I just want to call and tell her about the fabrics I got and the new dress I am making Claire and the new boppy cover etc. I, too, miss sharing my heart with her.
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