The short version: How does one go about placing a market at a gravesite (in a cemetary) when one isn’t related to the deceased? What’s the process and how much might it cost?
The long version: About 15 years ago, Hallgirl2 was friends with a boy that lived the next block over. We’ll call his Shawn because that’s what his name was.
Shawn had it very rough. In late elementary and early middle school, he and his dad would have horrible fights–often Shawn would show up at our doorstep, having been thrown out of his house. He often ate dinner with us (again, not allowed in his own house) and he spent an incredible about of time at our house. Sometimes I would wake up in the morning and find Shawn camped out in our back yard because his dad had thrown him out. His mother would slide clean clothes out the back window for him (after dear old dad threw him out) so Shawn could go to the school the next day, until dad found out about it and put a stop to the clean clothes. As a result of his lovely home life, Shawn would often get into fights at school and was frequently suspended and eventually expelled.
However, he was a really good kid–funny and polite and got along with our family. He was smart and often helped around the house.
Then, we moved out of state. Hallgirl2 begged me to take Shawn with us, and although I regret it to this day, I told her that as many times as his father threw him out of the house and as horrible as they were to him, it would technically be kidnapping to take him with us. I often thought of sending him a bus ticket, but never did.
A few years later, Hallgirl2 went back to the area. She discovered that couple of weeks before her visit, Shawn had hung himself in his father’s garage. Fifteen years later it still makes me want to weep to think of it.
Today, she’s back visiting the area, and like she does every time she goes, she visits Shawn’s grave. There’s not a marker there. No headstone, no flowers, nothing. Just a forgotten spot in the cemetary where Shawn lies.
So, how does one go about putting a marker on a gravesite? How much would it cost? Would we be able to do it since we’re not Shawn’s relatives?
I don’t reget much in my life, but it kills me to think that I could have sent him a bus ticket–I know he would have come–and maybe he wouldn’t have hung himself from the garage rafter. If this is something that I can do for him, I’d like to do so.