My Grandpa still lives in the house that he and my Grandma raised my dad in, so going back was like old times. The hard part was being there without my Grandma. It just didn't seem right and her absence was definitely felt.
This is the front of my grandparents' house. Look at that mountain view!
We didn't spend much time at the house before we headed to the cemetery for the service. It's a very old cemetery just a mile or two from their house, where several other family members are buried, including my great-grandparents. The service was very informal ... just family and we took turns saying a few words and sharing memories. It was appropriate for what she would've wanted and I imagine it would've made her happy to hear what was said.
After the service, we all went to my Uncle Greg's house for a huge family dinner. What a wonderful time we all had reminiscing and just enjoying each other's company. It was a nice way to end what was a pretty emotional day all around.
The next day we spent driving through town and looking at my dad's favorite places growing up. It's a tiny little town, and honestly, not much has changed even in 50 years. We even went to my Grandpa's house and picked blackberries for a while just like we did when we were kids. Later those blackberries would become a very tasty cobbler thanks to my mom's fabulous baking skills (an old recipe of my Grandma's, which was appropriate since she's the one who taught my mom how to cook after she married my dad).
Here's me with Grandpa and my brothers, Chris on left and Mike at right.Stay tuned for our last day and my exciting trip home … I know, the suspense is too much, but the blog would be painfully long otherwise.
2 comments:
Glad to hear some great stories after the not-so-great ones about your trip there.
The family photo is great. You look terrific, and your bothers don't look like they've changed a bit!
Thanks! My brothers never seem to age ... although Mike is turning 40 in October ... he he he ;)
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