by Donnia Spott
Billy and I are in our second year since our son, Sammy Spott, died by suicide. Like last Christmas, we chose to have an early and small gathering with our other two children and then left town.
Last year, we hiked and camped in the Grayson Highlands and barely saw another soul on Christmas Day. Today, we hiked again, to the Sand Cave and White Rocks in Ewing, VA. I saw so many heart shaped rocks on the trail and left them all where they lay.
Even before reading your posts, and before Sammy died, I used to collect them in memory of a dear friend who lost a fight with cancer. I didn’t pick any up on this hike, but I took this photo for your collection. Thank you for all you do—I read your posts almost every morning before I even get out of bed.