Conversation with my son

This post may sound strange, and if I weren't going through this pain of grief, I might be thinking that there is just something wrong with this conversation if I heard it from someone else. However, in this stage of my life and with what my kids and I have just lost, it was so comforting to me. For background, I took my kids for their first visit to the cemetery the other day. It was a beautiful day, and they were ready (mentally) to go. We had a great time, just the three of us. I showed them Steve's grave and they watched me put flowers there. Then we wandered through the old section. It is a very small, out-of-the-way, old cemetery. It is absolutely beautiful and peaceful. Anyway, my kids really liked walking around, and they each found a grave of someone they were curious about. For my son it was a Civil War soldier. So...a few days later, I was driving with my son and we passed a cemetery. After a few moments of thought, he said, "Mom, when you die, you want to be buried in the cemetery where Steve is, don't you? And you want to be buried by Steve?" I answered, "Yes, I do...right next to Steve." Then he said, "Don't worry Mom. I'll make sure that happens." (He's only 11, by the way.) Then he said, "Mom, when I die, I want to be buried next to the Civil War guy." I said, "Ok. I'll remember that for you. You can remember for me and I can remember for you." Then the conversation was over. It was one of the most beautiful conversations I can remember having with him. I'll treasure it forever.