Sentimental Sunday; Visiting Graves

After four months I finally was able to visit my mom's grave. We had the "grave side' services at the chapel in the cemetery because of a snow storm. It seems to always rain or snow for our family's graveside services. Mom was a very dedicated and productive soul. She went from high school into nursing school and worked at the same hospital her whole career. We were all born in that hospital and that's where she spent her last 3 days, surrounded by her loving family
Last Sunday we did a round of grave visits. Every stone, every grave tells a story. It's part of history. It's not macabre. I took pix with my android if I could just figure out how to put them on here...
'...as long as someone remembers you live forever...'.