I lost a younger sister to a drunk driver 30 years ago this year. Not long after, family members started to place wonderful wind chimes in a large pine tree near the grave site. Since that time, my father and my baby sister have found their earthly resting place there as well. There are now a dozen chimes raising their voices to the silence in wind and crystal, copper and brass. Sitting there peacefully, you just know they are pleased with the hypnotizing sounds that surround them.
One chime centered around a plaster angel with copper wings. She was there a long time, but finally the composite strings that held up the chimes failed and the only remaining piece was the angel. I rescued her last spring as I cleaned up the site. She now sits on my desk. I want to believe that she's watching over me in turn and that there's a tiny bit of spirit from my dad and sisters there as well. It doesn't really matter if that's true or not.