A lady I met through the blogging universe is helping me with my DAR (Daughters of the American Revolution) application. She emailed me a couple of weeks ago asking for certain documents, and one of those things was a picture of my grandparents' headstones. Their resting place is not too far from where I live, so after visiting with my parents and copying docs, I stopped on the way home on Saturday. I forgot where they lay and wondered aimlessly in the vicinity where they rest. I couldn't go in and ask because it appeared a funeral was happening. And, there I stand crying out of frustration for not being able to find my grandparents. Finally, I found them adjacent to a bench. That will be my landmark from now on. My grandfather's flowers were faded and pink, and grandmother had no flowers at all. My grandfather would not care too much for pink flowers, I tell you!!! Visiting them today was no easier than it was when I was a teen. I don't think it ever gets easier.
I couldn't just let those old, faded flowers remain. My grandparents were good people, they were good to me, and they deserve better than that. Saturday was hard, and I cried like a baby, I vowed to visit them more often. They would like that. I was always their favorite! :) So, I left went to Hobby Lobby and returned with new, pretty flowers. Peonies are my favorite, and I know they would like them. After I took this pic, I fluffed them up and made them look really nice. I never knew why I found it so hard to visit them or why it seemed such a daunting task last Lent. After doing research on ancestry, I often would wonder who goes to visit my great-grandparents or my great-great grandparents if we don't. No one does, and that makes me sad. Anyways, enough about that. Next post, pink ponies and rainbows.