Today we went to the cemetery and buried the ashes of my grandmother who died in February. All week I had been thinking that it would be really sad, and that I really didn’t want to go. The burial itself was sad, but afterwords my family convened at my aunt and uncle’s house and looked through pictures, old and new, and remembered my grandmother. I think that she would have loved that we were all together talking about the great things we remembered doing together while she was alive. The whole thing ended up being better than I had been thinking.
I really miss the cards she used to send, and the Halloween candy that she would give us eventhough we were too old to Trick or Treat. I miss all of the great food that she made, and her smile.
I am glad that I learned so much about my family’s past today.