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It took over a year and a half for Aubrey's stone to be placed...partially because I could never finalize any part of it without a little lingering doubt. Brad and I put so much thought into every detail...knowing that this was the very last thing we would do for our daughter. We spent countless hours going over and over our choices...trying to decide what picture to use...to what we wanted the stone to say...to the butterflies we included. We wanted it to be perfect...but we finally realized that it can never be perfect...because our daughter's death will never be right.
The picture we chose was taken when Aubrey was four months old...one of the very last times that she smiled at us with her little tongue sticking out. For many people, seeing their child's picture on their stone every time they went to visit would be painful...but for us, it brings nothing but peace. I see her beautiful face...smiling back at me as always...and I smile, too. Even on the days I am out there...tears streaming down my face...missing my baby girl more than ever...I can't help but smile when I look at her picture.
The poem has been one of our favorites since the first time we saw it...always reminding us of the joy that Aubrey brought to us in her short time here on earth. The words are so simple...yet so comforting. Butterflies will forever be important to us...because like Aubrey, they are miracles, too.
A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam,
and for a brief moment,
its glory and beauty belong to our world.
But then it flies on again,
and though we wish it could have stayed,
we feel lucky to have seen it at all.
There are four different types of butterflies etched into Aubrey's stone...two on the tablet and two others on the vase. The top two butterflies...on both sides of Aubrey's portrait...are Red Admirals. We chose this butterfly because it was the first type of butterfly that we saw after Aubrey's death. It showed up in our garage the day before Aubrey's first birthday and visited with us for over an hour. The butterfly near the end of the poem is called "Comma." While it sounds like a strange name, it makes me believe that there is something more...because commas are used when something else follows the main part of a sentence. The buttefly on the top of the vase is a Buckeye butterfly...obviously because we are from Ohio and we know that Aubrey would have grown up to be a Buckeye fan just like us! Finally, the butterfly on the bottom of the vase is called "Question Mark." We found the name of this butterfly so meaningful because we will never know why Aubrey died. We'll never know why God chose her...why He needed her...at least not until we are in heaven with them both.
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