Remembering...

This weekend we went to the cemetery and had a picnic at my grandparents grave. Budah told us..."this was the best picnic ever." I wish that he and Mik had been able to know my grams and gramps here on earth. Budah was only 6 months old when my gramps died. My grandparents would have loved them so much and would have loved to have watched them grow.
My grams and gramps were wonderful and loved their family unconditionally. They were true examples to me. I miss them both more than I could have imagined and feel blessed that they were my grams and gramps.