visit my grandmother's grave

I want to do this. I haven’t been to her graveside in a long time.

visitng the family graves in Oregon. Whenever I’m there, I go spend some time at the cemetery… a nice family tradition.

My maternal grandmother died nearly 10 years ago, and I have still not visited her gravesite, because I have not been to Southern California since 1994. I didn’t get to go to her funeral when she died because I didn’t have enough money to get down there.

I miss her.

I keep dreaming about my great grandmother that died over 11 years ago. I think it’s time that I go to her grave by myself and say what needs to be said. It’s better that way, no?

My Great-Grandmother was 98 years old when she passed. I was in my early 20’s & never got to know & appreciate her as an adult. I loved her dearly & knew her as a child & teenageer.

I visit her each time I go to Southern Illinois where she was buried & lived most of her adult life. One time I wrote her a 4 page letter, rolled it up & placed it inside a bouquet of flowers I purchased & left on her gravesite. It was everything I wanted to share with her, but never had the oppertunity to do so.

I brought me closure I needed. I will continue to visit her grave each time I make that trip to Southern Illinois.

I find it to be a great time to reflect on ones own mortality and to always remember those you love. I go with my mom and take her to both her parents grave sites. It’s a great time for me and my mom to bond and remember all the good things that we shared with her parents.

So I went, on the anniversary of her death, with my Mother. Mom was fine, but I cried like a baby. We put some fresh flowers on her grave, and we talked to her for a bit. I couldn’t stop crying. But I think I needed that.

..reared me… She did so much for me… She taught me how to see as an artist, how to laugh as a person, and how to be patient with those who you love… And she died halfway around the world, at home.

I didn’t even go to her funeral.

i’ve never really had a close family, or a very big one. but she was the one person that meant the most to me. even though she died when i was 8 i knew that she was proud of me and would do anything for me. it’s a feeling of comfort that i’ve never gotten from anyone else. and i don’t think i ever will again. which is a very sad thing. what makes it worse is that she was cremated, and her ashes freed in a very remote location hours away. so it’s wasn’t like i could go visit her. but now i’m old enough and hopefully after i have my daughter i can take her. it really is a beautiful place, strange that i can remember it after so many years.