This last weekend in lieu of memorial day we went to the graves of two of those people we have loved and lost. We went to the farthest grave first.
Ryan's brother who died at birth. It was the first time I had ever been there. I'm kind of ashamed of myself for not having gone sooner. We have been married 8 yrs (next week.) and yet this is the first time I have ever visited his brother. It was so good to pay our respects to such a perfect brother. We have the faith and the knowledge that we will see him again.
We then traveled to the next stop. My grandfathers grave. It was so good to be able to just sit and think about him and the wonderful memories that I have of him.
'Til we meet again....
1 comment:
I don't think you should feel bad that you have never been to Cody's grave site. You do not have to be there in that cemetary to honor his memory and look forward to meeting him. We are also anxious to be back with him, and I think of him often, even if attending his grave site is not a regular thing. I think it was cool that you went but I am sure that he has already visited you:)
I love you buddy!!!
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