It is tradition, ever since we have lived in Utah, that I take my grandmother Gee (Maurine Steinpfad) to the cemetery to visit my grandfather’s grave for Memorial Day. This year my mom accompanied us too! We managed to get there a week early this year, but hey – at least we made it! This year we went on my kids’ early out day so we all made the trek up to the cemetery in Salt Lake…..all but Mason. Since Michael works from home it worked out conveniently to leave him there and let him nap. My grandfather died when he was 25 on duty, in an airplane crash, in West Virginia. My mother was 9 months old and my Uncle was 3.
(There is quite the history to accompany this, in more detail that you, my boys will one day be able to read in my journal.) Every year we go there, it just blows my mind at how short his time here was on earth, and how much more life I’ve had the opportunity to live. It’s very sad to me. It would’ve been nice to have a grandfather. My father’s father died when I was 2 and my grandmother remarried a man named Al who was a great surrogate grandfather. But, I have to admit, it wasn’t quite the same as it could have been and I feel that relationship missing in my life.
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