But really...what does it hurt? When other children who end up in the news are found deceased, the place they were found is usually the spot where strangers and friends alike flock to leave things. The memorials are often photographed. This wasn't possible for poor Noah. I can understand why people are using his grave as his memorial spot and why people are mailing things to be put there. This is truly a sad case and Noah captured the hearts of many strangers from near and far. It takes all kinds in this world and we see this often. I guess it is why I am not bothered by it as much anymore.
To be honest, I think I am guilty of bringing a lot of my own prejudices in to the conversation. I also can't stand road side memorials for people killed in car accidents. Teddy bears stapled to trees that wilt in the rain and are soon blackened with pollution. Balloons placed there year after year. I am very much about public spaces being kept clean for everyone.
I detest litter in any form. I am the person who will go chasing across a parking lot if the tiniest piece of trash blows from my car. I see all of the grave site and memorial site "stuff" as potential litter. It makes me both sad and angry.
Also, I admittedly don't understand people who never knew the other person going to such lengths. Something about it strikes up my anxiety. It makes me uncomfortable. It seems a strange invasion of something intimate. But that is my own issue. I don't like public displays of intimate moments. There was a trend for a while with military couples to have professional photographs taken of themselves desperately clinging to one another with pained faces before they deployed and then they would share those pictures on social media. I felt sick every time I saw one. The bottom would drop out of my stomach. It felt like I was being forced to feel their pain.
When it comes to kids and grief, I am, personally, about taking a celebratory approach. A dear friend died when my daughter was 2.5 and we took her to the funeral. She was fascinated and respectful and we talked about what a great guy he was. We have been to his grave. We mark it with a tiny peeble each time.
I just have a hard time believing that all of those people decorating Noah's grave are doing it selflessly. If he were alive, it would be weird to have strangers sending him gifts.
I guess I am not finding the right words to express why it bothers me, but it is an actual physiological response for me. I can't turn that off.
And then add the environmental impact of the litter and I am absolutely opposed to it. I don't believe we have any right to litter, no matter how much we are grieving.
P.S. Thank you for pushing the issue, SeriouslySearching. I think it has been good to stretch my brain a little.