Every year we take a special visit to pray and remember special loved ones that are still dear to our hearts. Although I think about my grandparents often, going to the cemeteries forces me to stop, think, pray, and reminisce about all the special times I had with my grandmothers, especially.
It is important to me to keep this tradition going for my children as well. Bob kindly said he would go with us, so he drove me to my eye doctor appointment (mandatory someone drive me) and then to the cemeteries.
It wasn't too cold at the graves, a little windy, but not as cold as it has been in the past. I was thankful I got there first and put my wreaths down before MeMom. Her sprays are always beautiful and I would have been jealous of the beauty of hers... so mine were the first to lay at the grave... for a day! MeMom and PopPop were planning on going Sunday.
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