TumblrI went to both cemeteries to visit Grandma and Grandpa. I found Grandma’s grave with no problem, I talked, told her to take care of Princey until we got there. In the other cemetery it was harder. The snow covered the gravestones completely. I walked around apologizing to whoever’s grave I may have stepped on. I couldn’t find my grandfather’s. I knew the general location, but I wasn’t sure. I decided to just wipe away one gravestone; when I did, it was his. I like to think he knew I was looking for him in that moment. Out of all the graves I could have chosen to wipe away, I chose his. And when I told him of all the goings on at home and with the family, especially about his wife, the wind blew so hard and when I said bye, it stopped. ♥
Isn’t it just weird how these things happen?
I miss them both dearly.
