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.