Like go on road trips.... or spend the day doing stuff.... or just relaxing, with just me, myself and I.
But I had never been by myself to the cemetery in Colfax (in east Texas) where my dad and twin are buried. (And my grandparents, great grand parents, etc., etc., - well, most of my dad's family).
It just happens I am always with family members at the cemetery.
It was a beautiful day to go.
Here's the scene looking out from Daddy and Peggy's sites.....
And here's Daddy's and Peggy's sites up close...
I was the only one in the cemetery yesterday morning.
I thought I might stay there a while,
and feel sad.
But I didn't.
(Stay there a while,
or feel sad.)
Daddy and Peggy weren't there.
Oh, my thoughts of them were there yesterday,
but it made me understand why some folks
never visit their loved ones' graves.
They're not there.
And yet, I will continue to go
and pay tribute.
And even after 25 years of Peggy being gone,
it still seems strange to see her tombstone.
It still seems strange that she would even have a tombstone.
('Course now as I type this I'm feeling sad...
but that's good...
(because it's normal).
And it makes me want to finish my book on her ASAP...
so her children and grandchildren
can read about her wonderful self!
Well, did you know that her grandchildren
will be able to read about her as soon as I finish the book...
because they can read now!
That was in 2012 - when she was just five.
(And she had been reading for a least a year and a half.)
And here's Andrew....
That was about year ago (when he was four.)
And here he is with his little sister Anna...
They get along so well
(well, most of the time).
And she's starting to read, too!
Peggy would be so proud.
Well, you (and I) never know how I'm going end my blog posts.
It was just going to be about me at the cemetery...
I couldn't resist putting Peggy's grandchildren on here.
(How could I resist????)