This is the first time I have shared this photo with anyone. It is Hunter’s final resting place. I was very specific on the type of burial place I wanted for him since my husband didn’t feel comfortable having him in our home. Not much disturbs him, but that did so I honoured his wishes of not wanting the ashes in our home. I can only assume that walking by would be a constant reminder of our loss and he was not up for that. I can understand. It’s the reason I still have not completed the photobook that I started over a year ago.
When deciding where Hunter’s ashes would rest I knew that it needed to be a space where we could place momentos and reminders of him. Going to visit a grave with a plaque or stone just didn’t seem fitting. I needed his place to have some of his things. I truly wish I could visit and sit with him more often, but unfortunately it does not happen as much as I would like it too.
While in the hospital on bedrest my mom brought me a stuffed dog as a gift. It seems silly, but to me that stuffed dog reminds me of a time when I still had hope that things would work out. When Hunter was still alive and safe inside of me. Whenever I am having a rough day and need a reminder to keep on going and hoping that something good will come out of everything, I hug the dog tight and fall asleep.
My Little Acorn 