A Special Place
Although it is sometimes very emotional, we love to go to visit the place where Abigail's little body lays to rest. We sometimes have picnics near her, or take a flower to her. This pink rose is from my brother. We don't have her headstone yet because I want it to be just right. I am still trying to perfect what I want it to say. It is still so surreal to me that her precious little body is there and not with us. I don't know if I will ever really be able to wrap my mind around the fact that she's gone.
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