T's only been 5 days since Olivia has left this earth and we've done so much. We've dealt with the media, wrote an obituary, met with a funeral director, picked out a burial plot, picked out a headstone, and then we picked a final outfit for Olivia to wear. All sound so much fun, right? Meeting with the funeral director was, well, weird because he is the father of one of my best friends. I wouldn't have given her to anyone else though. I knew that he would take care of my little girl. While meeting with him, I asked the dumb question of how much this would cost. Who cares, right? It has to be done...... the words, the question just came out of my mouth. After hearing his answer, I immediately blurted out, "that is what we should be spending on her wedding in a few years." Now, I know that weddings cost much more....... you get the point.
There was only one outfit that I thought to be "perfect". Her soccer uniform was just so "current" in her world. It was an outfit that I didn't need to have in my hands again. Plus, she had two jerseys. I gathered her blue soccer shirt and blue soccer shorts and put them into a plastic bag and handed them to the funeral director. I didn't give him her soccer socks and it still bothers me that her feet would be cold. Sounds ridiculous.......
Her shoes and white jersey are displayed in a shadow box along with her trophies and metals from her 6 seasons of play.
We also gathered items that we thought that should be buried with Olivia. For me, this wasn't hard and to this day I don't miss any of the items that are with her now. I just miss her physical presence, obviously.
Her guitar - she was taking guitar lessons and was becoming quite good. I did keep quite a few of her guitar picks.
Her American Girl Doll, Sara. We finally bought Olivia a doll for her 8th birthday.
Her 2 favorite stuffed dogs,Vanilla and Cocoa. They were a yellow and chocolate labrador retrievers. When Olivia was younger, she used to pronounce the one Banilla. She even had written stores about the adventures of Cocoa. She had such an imagination.
Her large stuffed dog - I didn't know that this Basset Hound looking dog was a special one until she told me shortly before her death that she can't sleep without that dog.
A picture of all of us was placed in the casket along with a picture that Olivia put into a frame of the first time that she met her baby sister. The frame fittingly said, SISTERS.
I also left her Hannah Montana brush with her because I braided her hair for the last time and cut a lock of hair from the back of her head. It's so hard to believe that a lock of hair is the only physical thing that I have of my sweet Olivia. However, when I look at my Ainsley I see Olivia and that gives me comfort.