Grandmother

I drove down to Leona today to eat lunch with my Grandmother (dad's mom) and her friends.  Three of them, Grandmother included, share July 13th for their birthday and then another lady whose birthday was today.  So they were celebrating with lunch at Leona's finest...The Pecan Grove!


It was so good to be there and meet her friends...I know how much she likes to show off her grandchildren.   We had a nice visit with her friends and even had a surprise birthday cake.  These ladies were too funny too because they are just like young girls...love to gossip.  At one point they were talking about a man in Leona and Bonnie said, "I really shouldn't repeat what was said." Then Jet quickly responded by saying, "Oh just go ahead and tell us!"  They are too cute!


Here is a picture of us!  From left to right....Mavis, Bonnie, Me, Grandmother, and Jet!

It's funny how even still almost 2 years later I still get sad when I go to Leona.  I'm not sure if its because I know that I'll stop and see Dad's grave or just all the memories that are there.  I cried on the way down when just the other day I was thinking about how it had been awhile since I had been sad about it.  Then at lunch they were talking about my Poppa and something was mentioned about Dad and I just started crying.  I couldn't stop and they just kept on talking and let me have my moment.  I don't even know what brought it on.  Just being near people that knew him and loved him and knowing that he's never coming back is still just so rough.


Luckily when Grandmother and I went back to the house we talked about it.  We were talking and I just started crying again and made the comment that I get so sad whenever I come to Leona.  We talked about how we both still can't believe that both Poppa and Dad are gone.  A year and a half later it is still extremely surreal.  I don't know if Grandmother and I have ever talked about being sad so it was good to finally have a conversation like that together.


Afterwards I of course stopped by the grave to have a chat with Dad.  I wonder how many other people talk to people's graves?  I always fill him in on what is going on with me and with Clay.  I tell him how much I miss him and love him.  I was telling him today about how I went skydiving and how he would have gotten a good kick out of watching the DVD of it...he would of for sure found something to make fun of me about!  Then every time before I leave I always tell him when I will be back to visit.  I realize that he isn't in the ground anymore, but with Jesus in heaven but for some reason it comforts me.


Even with the tears...it was a good day!