Graves:

So we went to the graves today. It was first memorial day visit to my grandma huber. It was tough. I mean, we visit all these graves, some of the people I don't even know. Probably the only one (besides my grandma) that i can remember was my grandpa eccles. I remember he had an elevator down his stairs, he would sit in this chair in his front room. But I vagely have any memories of him. Visiting my Grandma Huber's grave was different. It hit me that she was not here. I have TONS of memories of her. I cried, not little tears, but big tears. Missing her. Knowing she would probably be shaking her finger at me telling me not to cry. But i could not hold it in when my mom gave me a hug. I love my grandma and really missed her.

I guess what I am trying to say is that it is alot different for me to actually visit a grave of someone who I really KNEW and loved. Just remembering them. anyways