Today, I went to the cemetary for Memorial Day. It seems like the past couple of years, I couldn't make it this weekend. It's always Graduation weekend here and it gets pretty crazy with parties and all. Today, the girls had to play in the band, Benjamin and Alex were working, too, so it was a good time for me to go to the cemetaries. I haven't been to the cemetaries alone for a very long time. Maybe never. I'm not afraid. I got over being afraid of cemetaries the years my sister mowed them as her summer job. It's a very peaceful place. Still, it was a little sad. When I was a kid, my grandparent's stone was in one of the last rows. Now, Daddy's stone is two rows behind theirs. When he died, he was in one of the last rows. More rows have been added in the past 11 years. My aunt and uncle who are still living have a stone next to Daddy's. That's kind of nice. I never thought it was a lonely place for him, but he would like having family near. There are more stones of other people who I don't even think of as old. I guess it is a comfort for them to know where they will be. I had flowers to put on Daddy's grave. I was surprised to find none on my grandparents'. I had one more flower for my Grandma Smith but I left it at Grandma Salemink's. It just didn't seem right for there to be no flowers there and I knew that Mom had taken something for Grandma Smith. I went to Springdale anyway to visit my Smith grandparents. It has been quite awhile since my Memorial Day weekend was filled with so many memories of those I loved and who aren't here anymore.
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