what a beautiful day. because of my hermit-like status, i'm admiring the sunshine and breeze from my computer desk. :)
this weekend, although not completely over, has felt a bit too short. got some needed things done - laundry, cleaning... also got in some family visits as well.. mom, step-dad, grandma... good times.
i also visited my grandpa's grave. it's almost been two years since he has passed. its so strange.
i go there to "visit", but don't know exactly what to do. i probably was there for a tops of 10 mins.. and at least 5 of those were spent locating his actual plot. when i finally found him, the first thing that caught my eye was his "neighbor's" flowers where knocked over. i straightened them. the second thing that popped out was the attached plot/name plate/tombstone thingy to his - my grandma's. she is thankfully still alive and well, but they already have her names engraved, just with an open "death date". i know this isn't completely uncommon... infact, my family in ohio has the same thing w/ my grandparents there. regardless if its "normal" or not... doesn't make it any less creepy/odd to me.
i kneel down.. kinda stare.. notice the browness of the grass from the cold snap we recently had. then just kinda sat there thinking.. "papaw.. i dont know what to say.. i just came here to let you know i still think about you."
i dont know.. it felt "right" for me.. but i'm not sure what the "right" thing to do is, when you're visiting a grave.
/random thought babble