Here they lay, forever
25th December 1677
I felt his hand in mine as we walked, the cold against our checks and snow under our feet. I knew that when we got there is would be no easier than the last time. The white cover fields stretched out before us and I sighed, it was their favorite season of all, the snow, the chill in the arm and the clear night skies.
We walked slowly down the river bank, our destination in view and I felt the hole in my chest growing. 4 stones lay together, half covered in snow but each could be seen and each I knew by heart.
I felt Andrews hand in mine his fingers began to tremble and I knew he would cry if not for myself he hated so badly to cry in front of me when he wanted to be strong.
Our family gone leaving only us and I wished I could cry every minute I am awake, at least in my sleep I see my child and he is alive and smiling back at me but then I awake and he is gone, they are gone and I will never why.
She squirmed in my arms and so I stopped placing her down at my feet, she stood on unsteady legs and wobbled a little but with her little hand grasped on my leg she stood looking at the stones before us, her family lay here forever.
"Mommy" her little voice called and my heart broke, but I she will know them, I will tell her every night before she sleeps that her mother and father adored her and she was created out of pure love.
I watched my husband place his hand on the stone of our son and knew it was time to leave.
I picked her up in my arms and turned walking away with my husband at my side, before we left the riverbank I turned one last time and viewed the stones that lay above 4 empty graves and sighed
"Happy birthday, Willow" I whispered and turned back to my husband with her daughter in my arms