My daughter's husband came over this afternoon and helped my husband dig a hole.
All three grandchildren were here, and wanted to see Alice one last time. We uncovered her, she looked like she was sleeping. Except for the blood around her head on the blanket. There wasn't any blood yesterday or this morning.
Sky (7), the middle granddaughter read a poem, half way though it she had to stop reading because she and my daughter were crying so hard. I feel the huge hole in my chest, and it hurts, but no tears. I was closest to tears seeing how hard my daughter and granddaughter was taking Alice's death.
As I walk though the house, it's like I still see her out of my peripheral vision.
I do feel glad that she didn't suffer very long. And I know she was treated like a princess. She loved me and I loved her.
Thank you all for being here to listen.
lisa