I think losing a child for soon-to-be mothers is something that breaks you, rips you apart and for this to happen to her, to get hurt, to not be able to do what she loves to do, AND lose a child. I just think this is super heartbreaking and would make me want to change something around in my life too.
Harry Avalon had wanted to be buried in the circus cemetery next to the original Avalon, his uncle, so she sent him back with his brothers. The child, however, is buried around the corner, beyond this house and just down the highway. Sometimes I used to walk there just to sit. She was a girl, but I rarely thought of her as a sister or even as a separate person really. I suppose you could call it the egocentrism of a child, of all young children, but I considered her a less finished version of myself.
Once my father and mother married, they moved onto the old farm he had inherited but didn't care much for. Though he'd been thinking of moving to a larger city, he settled down and broadened his practice in this valley.