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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Chilling with my Grandpas

I don't know about you guys, but I don't usually visit graves. Not for Memorial Day. Not ever really. It's not that I don't love these people, it's just that I think that they know when I'm thinking about them. I'm pretty sure that I don't have to be at their grave for them to feel that I love them and miss them. 
This year, however, my little sister and I went out to my Grandpa Bacca's and my Grandpa Campbell's graves. I actually have another grandpa but I've been to his grave more recently than I have these two.
It was kind of weird since we didn't really remember where they were buried and had to get directions from my brother. A person should know where their flesh and blood is buried right?
But once we got there, it was beautiful. I really don't know if I can describe the way that it felt to me. The cemeteries were packed with flowers, cars lining the road, people walking all through the grass. It was a party really. Not a wild and crazy party, not a laugh really loud party, but a party none the less. 
We visited my grandpa Bacca first. 
 Truth be told, he was probably my favorite grandpa. Ha ha, probably because I never got in trouble when I was over at his house. I don't ever remember the man raising his voice to me. He was just a cute old man, with a little shuffly gait and a smile who sometimes spoke spanish to us. 
 Next we went to grandpa Campbell's. We had a hard time finding his actually. But a nice man told us how to get a map. It was really weird driving into this cemetery. I can still remember the fire truck and the giant flag hanging from the ladder. All of my grandpas were involved in the military or police force. My grandpa Bear (Campbell) was a cop. He was a giant of a man, both physically and spiritually. I loved him and how he would sing to us.  



 If you look carefully, you can see the bountiful temple over the top of the grave stone.
It was a beautiful day and a wonderful weekend! I hope that you all enjoyed it. I'm so grateful for all the people who have made my home a safe place to live, both here and abroad. 
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