I apologized to Steve for not being more gentle when digging him up. Yesterday, Erin was showing the bones to Brian in the morning (he was away on his regular PDX work trip when we did the digging project.) I came in and said again how I was sad I'd broken his skull.
Erin took a deep breath. Deep. She said,
Mom, maybe you didn't do it. When Steve died, he got smooshed by a car. Maybe the car broke his eye. Maybe that's what happened.