Allen, I am so deeply sorry for your loss. Thank you for sharing your story and beautifully written and encouraging epitaph. It has made others share and I am sorry for their grief as well. Nobody likes heartache, but I "liked" some posts to show my support.
Someone told me a couple years ago that the pain we feel when someone passes serves to remind us of how much we loved and still do. I could not agree more. I can relate in similar but different ways, and your post surely brought on the waterworks. May the embrace of Christ help carry you, your family, and your son’s loved ones through this difficult time.
I love this poem that helps remind us of the better place our loved ones are in. They are whole again and free! Whenever I see a Yellow Swallowtail, I know it is my best friend saying hello.
Do not stand at my grave and weep by Mary Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.