We got exactly what we wanted.
Our parents died within 283 days of each other. We hadn't gotten a chance to breathe, let alone choose our mother's monument, when our dad died. I didn't know where to begin. It's not something I can buy online, like books. I don't know pricing on headstones, or what to look for. I have never been in a position to need to purchase one before, and it was horrible. I was gently guided to Nolan's Hamden Monument, who made this rotten job as easy as they could.
One morning by appointment (I needed to be sure I got to work on time), I was walked through different stones, different styles, different choices. I started to cry, and was consoled, which was very much appreciated. This isn't an ordinary shopping trip, you know. Furthermore, my brother doesn't live nearby, so I had to to this final task alone. It was up to me to choose the stone upon which my brother and I would memorialize our beloved parents.
We discussed size, and time frames, and prices. Over the next several months, my brother and I worked within these parameters, and with the text of what we wanted. Nolan's Hamden Monument provided me with a chart of Hebrew letters and corresponding numbers so that there would be no doubt as to which letter[s] I wanted. After the Rabbi proofed my work, I was able to complete the job with my brother. We took the task very seriously, and worked hard to personalize it. We needed to create something that our parents would have loved (not too "busy," yet pointing out their best qualities), and tweaked it as far as we could.
When he and I were satisfied, we sent in our final sketch, and Nolan responded with a formal layout. I couldn't stop staring at it. We placed the order.
A few days before the unveiling ceremony, Mr. Nolan phoned to let me know that, as per my request, the stone had been veiled. Mr. Nolan obviously hoped we would be happy with his work, but I detected genuine excitement in his wish to have pleased us.
The unveiling ceremony was as lovely as it could have been under the circumstances (which, obviously, were that our parents weren't there). Neither my brother nor I had been to the cemetery since our father had passed away, and therefore hadn't seen the stone prior to the ceremony. Even looking through the veil, we could tell that Nolan had followed our specs. When we had removed the veil, we saw that we'd gotten just what we had hoped.
Our parents always thought that their kids are wonderfully artistic. Our mom also specifically liked my typesetting layouts of office forms, business cards, and the like. My brother and I put our hearts and souls into this. I am incredibly proud of what he and I designed, especially knowing that our parents would love our teamwork and our testament to them. read more