It truly is magnificent. The stone is gorgeous. The epitaph.
It is not too close to the trees. Not totally in the shade. The location is just right. The back has no carving, the kids can use chalk to write and the rain will wash it off.
For as horrifying as this whole thing has been, I am peacefully content in how this honors him. I know 100 years from now, a cemetery stroller would be able to understand how special this human being, this son, husband, father, friend, uncle, teacher, runner, soccer player, coach, Jeremy Eschelbacher, was.
My love is deep and constant.