In Memory

I took flowers to my cousin, Kevin's, grave today. It was a tough one. You think you are OK until you have to lay flowers on a grave and then remember them and realize that were just too young to go. I guess that is the whole reason we have Memorial day, huh.

It was good for me to go there and feel the true meaning of the holiday. Honoring those who have passed by tending to their grave sight and showing others that they were and are loved. It always reminds me of the Christmas Carol. When Scrooge finds his grave overgrown and unattended. It makes him sob, not because it looked bad but, because no one was showing love to him even after death. It really makes you think. I love that story--so many lessons to learn -- Charles Dickens was truly inspired.

I couldn't make it to my Grandfather's grave so I gave flowers to my mom and dad and they took them up. My grandpa was so great, what a man he was! He told my brother that you could catch a bird by sprinkling salt on its tail. You should have seen my brother running around the yard with the salt shaker--yes, Tynelle, that was Daniel! Oh, grandpa, you are missed.

We also were able to celebrate life by having our family over for a Barbeque. It was good to see everyone and my brother and soon-to-be sister in law were able to be there too. I just love her. We have such a great family, and it just gets better and better with each person who joins! Oh, and Chelsea, I am really impressed--you do a great impression of me! You'll fit right in!

Well, that is the short of it.