2026, Home. San Juan Island, WA
I was walking through the yard this morning and was taken aback by all the small blooming purple flowers. In that moment, I was reminded of a journal entry Anna had made in early spring: “My home, sitting in the red chairs that I helped paint. Tucking my legs up so my toes hang off the chair. My dog next to me, rolling in the sweet grass. It’s spring and tiny purple flowers appear across the yard. I’m filled with gratitude that this is my home.” Just earlier this week, I had sat in one of those red chairs, watching Quincy roll in the spring grass. And now today, the purple flowers have arrived. Anna often wrote about gratitude, and it helps me to try and look for things to be grateful for at times when all seems lost. She continues to comfort and inspire me every day, sending reminders in all forms and formats. She has always been a great communicator. Today is Easter, and the holiday has shifted for me from looking for eggs and chocolate bunnies to looking for hope and rejuvenation. Anna was very mindful about self-care, and I think a lot about what she would do in a day and try to model her behaviors. She was always advocating that I should take better care of myself, so for her, I am trying. I know given a beautiful day like today, she would have been out on a hike with Quincy, so the two of us hiked the trails at South Beach. I drank a Gingerade Kombucha – her favorite flavor – and nibbled on her favorite ginger snap cookies. Tonight we will share an Easter meal and light the many candles in the house to get us through the evening and into the springtime stars. Spring is here, and with it all the flowers, bees, and birds. Anna’s lilac bush, which we bought years and years ago, is going to bloom flowers for the very first time. The butterfly patch has been seeded, and her home garden box and the Overmarsh farm plot are awaiting their summer seedlings. And while I am grateful for these beautiful things, I profoundly miss the most beautiful thing of all. Forever. And always. Happy Easter, dear Anna. I love and miss you so very much.
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2026, South Beach, San Juan Island, WA
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2005, Ballard, Seattle, WA, USA
2005,2006,2012. Anna had some amazing Halloweens as a kid with the Jones Ave crew.
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2022, Bellingham, The Gorge, WA
Two weeks ago today was Anna’s 22nd birthday, which I posted about earlier. However, I also wanted to share the last birthday I celebrated with her in person, as it was something special and out of the ordinary. Our family has loved and listened to Jack Johnson for most of the kid’s life. So, it was very exciting to attend a Jack Johnson concert at the Gorge the night before Anna’s birthday on September 24 ,2022. I think it’s safe to say that Jack Johnson is Anna’s favorite musician, so this was a huge event in her life that we shared together. The morning after the concert, on her birthday, we made her banana pancakes for breakfast, reminisced about the wonderful night we had had, and drove back to Bellingham. Later that night, I lit some official candles for her and we sang her happy birthday! You can see the concert pass still on her wrist. This was the last birthday I had with her. She kept that little concert bracelet, we all did. And I have it in her room with her other belongings that she loved. I’ll be forever grateful that we had that special evening together.
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2025, Friday Harbor, WA, USA
Two weeks ago today was Anna’s heavenly birthday. She turned 22. Thank you to all for your thoughts and posts, your cards, your calls, and texts. We know she was in the hearts and minds of many near and far on September 25. Thank you to Riptide café for making ‘Anna’s Birthday Latte’ the special for the week, and those of you in Friday Harbor who took the time to sip and savor the whipped cream and sprinkles. Here at home, we invited some island friends over to get together in her honor, people and families that Anna loved and knew well. It was a potluck-style dinner, and the house was soon filled with many of her favorite dishes and bouquets of home-grown flowers. After dinner, we pulled all the outdoor chairs we could find up around the fire and settled in for the sunset. It had been cloudy most of the day, so when the sun broke through and lit up the sky with orange and purple and pink, we looked up to the emerging moon and stars and thanked our little angel above. As the night went on, we played her music playlists, strummed her ukulele, and sang some of her favorite songs. I know she was there, and happy that we were together. Happy Birthday, dear Anna, Happy Birthday to you. The last warm days are almost behind us now, and with them the last flowers and vegetables from Anna’s island gardens. We will be seeding the Butterfly Garden for fall with the SJ Preservation Trust next week, as well as pulling the last vegetables from the Overmarsh garden and preparing the beds for winter. We have harvested more food than we ever imagined and have filled friends and the food bank’s shelves with zucchini, kale, cucumbers, eggplant, squash, tomatoes, and pumpkins just in time for Halloween. I know Anna is impressed, and I have seen her there in the passing butterflies and red-winged blackbirds atop the late-blooming sunflowers. I am looking for Anna all the time, every day, with all my senses. I miss her so profoundly. It is hard to do much else. But she keeps me going. I feel her nudging me all the time, and nagging, and guiding, trying to steer me straight in the right directions; art, rest, reading, walking, cooking, learning, working, and slowly, a little travel. But every day when I wake up, I am back at the beginning of grief, and some days it is hard to do anything at all. Thank you to those who continue to send your love, support, and friendship. It helps and is appreciated.
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2017, Ohana, Seattle, WA,
Posted for my father, Ralph Vickrey, for Anna’s birthday yesterday. Dear Anna, I’ve been riding my bike in your memory this month. Today I’m sitting in nature and absorbing all the things that you love. Trees, leaves, flowers, butterflies, and other little creatures hopping around. I wish you were here with me. I’m also thinking about your 14th Birthday when I took you to your favorite restaurant. What a wonderful memory. I miss you. I’m praying for your parents and Owen. Love, Grandpa Ralph
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Dearest Anna,
Today on your birthday I took out your sourdough starter from my fridge and started to activate it. It should be ready tomorrow for me to start making a beautiful loaf of bread in your honor. It is very special for me and my family to enjoy your bread, be nourished by it, smell the aroma and literally "break bread" with you.
I think of you every day and have your beautiful graduation picture over my desk. Your life on earth was too short, but you made a positive impact on those who had the privilege of knowing you. You are loved by all and will never be forgotten.
With all my love, dear one,
Loie
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2018, Manhattan, New York, NY, USA
Happy 22nd Birthday, Anna. You’re in my heart everyday, but especially this one. Miss and love you. Always!!!
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