I found this while going through my archives looking for information on SuperChic to help me fill out a health sheet.
Ashley has been on my mind a lot lately. Bittersweet memories.
I still haven’t watched the video or read the transcript that Tom typed up years ago. The box with her clothes and footprints is packed away somewhere. I don’t even know where. I really want to go through it all. It feels like her memory is growing dimmer and dimmer.
I know she was never really here, but she was mine for 28 1/2 weeks. I felt her every move, every hiccup. I held her in my hands and looked at my little angel. I know she had an exposed spine, but i never saw it. I held her in my hands and couldn’t, wouldn’t look at it. Her small little hands and feet that were curved just so. Her heart shaped face that was sweet in it’s peace. That’s how I remember my little Ashley.
Ashley Elizabeth McConnaughy
August 28th 2001
We released Monarch butterflies at her burial thanks to the love and compassion of some dear friends.
This is for her. Written by me on July 27, 2004.
One Little Angel
One little butterfly floating on the breeze
One little butterfly perfect as can be
One little butterfly He calls to his side
Now to this butterfly I must say “goodbye”
One little angel sitting up in heaven
One little angel as perfect as can be
One little angel called to His side
Now without my angel I must abide
With ten perfect fingers and ten perfect toes
She lays in His arms and pain she does not know
My littlest angel is now by His side
Forever my angel there will reside
Now that little butterfly floating on the breeze
is just a reminder of her to me
That one little butterfly, so perfect, so pure,
is really all I have left of her
She flew up to heaven on those wings it would seem
And now she has come back to visit with me
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