they just weren't as spoiled as I would have liked. Charlie has no idea how good he has it.
There is a small memorial in the backyard. A circle of stones around a plant, and a home made, hand drawn card. The picture is of Violet in the shade of the tree on a clear blue day. Inside, scrawled in crayon, it reads "We love you, Violet" along with all the names of the family.
I cried telling Aaron about it.
I still miss her.