After Abbey was buried, I selected a small teddy bear from the basket of toys in her room and brought it to the cemetery. Over the past almost five years, I have witnessed first hand what the elements can do. The teddy bear faded. His fur became dirty and matted from the rain and snow.
I've watch ceramic crack and break.
When the girls were babies, I bought them Cabbage Patch Kid preemies. It bothered me that I was only buying three of them so I returned to Target to purchase one for Abbey. The box soon faded from the sun and then the plastic window cracked and disintegrated. When the box began to fall apart, I took the CPK out and placed her on the back ledge of the headstone.
A few weekends ago, we brought the girls to visit Abbey. Unfortunately, we don't visit as often as we would like/need/want to. This was my fear when we moved. We noticed immediately that the general landscaping had been cleaned up for spring. Something wasn't sitting right with me though. Something didn't look right. As we checked out everything around Abbey's headstone, Allie called out, "Her dolly is missing."
Abbey's CPK and tiny teddy bear were gone.
I don't really know how to feel about.
I feel defeated.
As we were getting ready to leave, I called the girls over and asked them if they wanted to say anything. They stood there quietly looking at the angel on the headstone. They believe that the angel is Abbey. Emily turned to me and softly said, "I want to say something."
"Okay, sweetie. Go ahead."
Looking at the angel, she said, "I love you," and then she hugged the headstone. The girls then decided to kiss the angel (Abbey) good-bye.