Well 7 years ago my Grandmother passed away on my birthday. She was buried in a city about 2 hours from where i live. Every year since then I have taken my mom to visit the grave site on either the weekend before my birthday or after. I have always gone with Dianna, Thomas and David too up until tomorrow... I will be going with just Thomas and my mom. David does not travel well for long distances so Dianna thinks it will be better without him and he sort of needs some one to care for him...
It was such a weird time 7 years ago, Dianna and I were only married less then a year and I got a phone call at 5am or so saying she had passed away. She suffered a massive stroke and had made arrangements with my mom to not have machines keep her alive as well as a DNR request. It was sad to see her go... Sad she never got to see my boys...
Last year Thomas was asking who we were visiting and I told him my Grandma and my Grandpa. While at my Grandmother's grave he asked why he never got to meet her I explained to him that he wasn't born yet when she passed away. He just stared at the stone and said, "I guess it's my fault I didn't get to meet her then because I wasn't quick enough being born." It was cute to hear his comment but sad that he thought it was his fault.
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