My sweet little Afton,
We went up to your grave last night and it was as pretty as always. I could not have picked a more beautiful place to visit and remember you. When I’m up there it’s like an escape from life for me. A chance to slow down and think about everything…about life…about you.
It’s strange to think about the first time I was up there. It was just this last summer, I was pregnant with you and we were at your Grandma’s house, your sweet Grandma Colleen. The conversation was about the cemetery up the hill and the bunnies. They told us the story of the bunnies.
The story is about a little girl who had passed and her parents left bunnies at her grave because she loved bunnies so much. They left a male and female bunny. Then the bunnies did what bunnies do best …make more bunnies.
I still remember that hot summer night, I had to see the bunnies for myself. This story was too crazy to believe. So your Dad drove us up there, and sure enough we saw bunnies, about five bunnies. What I remember more about that night than the bunnies, was the beautiful view. How peaceful it was up there.
Looking back, that night was like a foreshadow of our future, and we didn’t know it. We didn’t know that we would be up there often. We didn’t know that this beautiful place would become such a part of our lives.
I love that there’s bunnies up there. I love that your brother and sister love to look for the bunnies.
I love you, Afton. We all love you and think about you so much.
* During this year, I hope to write a letter after the 14th of each month (the day of my little Afton’s birth) as I do my best to heal.