Remembering is a Beautiful Thing

Last weekend my family and I celebrated 93 years of wonderful life that my grandma lived. We gathered around her resting place which is nestled on top of her husband's (my grandfather's) grave. He died many years before her - 1952 - when she was a young mother. There's something special knowing that they are together again after ALL of the years they spent apart. I'm also very happy that we all (the children, grandchildren, greatgrandchildren, cousins, family and friends) were all there together, with Grandma and Grandpa.

Thanks to Naked Empire for capturing pictures from our day.


I just saw this picture from a traveling lady and it is of a Swiss cemetery. How pretty and wonderful.