Michael, Jillian, Makayla & Bryce Casey Tribute

I walked through the toy aisle in Target the other day wondering what I would have bought you for your birthday. Somehow I couldn't imagine you wanting a barbie doll or a plastic pretty pony, but rather stones, an empty coconut shell blades of grass and grains of sand. But you're five now, and maybe that's changed. Perhaps you'd be here now, influenced by the decadence of American life. Would you still chase butterflies and chickens? Would you still run naked down the beach? Would you still dance and sing freely with reckless abandon? I know you would! I know you do! We continue to miss you each and every day, wondering... We miss your giggles, your smile, your sweetness, your life.
Happy, happy birthday, dear sweet Makayla.
Love,
Nana