visit my grandpa's grave

Finally made it to his grave, after my grandmother passed away and was buried next to him. Some day I will take my kids to visit, as well.

The cemetery was big, but I figured I would just sort of end up at his grave, since that’s the way things usually work for me.

I knew the general direction to walk in not because of the funeral, but because I visited the gravesite with my grandpa when I was little. We took flowers to his wife, my grandma, who died in 1976. I didn’t think of it then, but now I think it must be difficult to make peace with knowing where your bones will rest, with visiting what’s left of your love.

A graveyard is the resting place of a lot of people. I knew I might not be able to find the grave, but there is a stone bench in the cemetery that bears my family’s name. I figured if I could just find that bench, that would be enough. My grandpa was so proud of it.

There were about twenty benches in the cemetery, but not one of them was ours. I started to wonder if I’d made all of it up. There wasn’t an office or anything—there was no centralized list of gravesites, no place where I could ask where I could find my grandpa. Not that I would have asked, anyway—some quests are better off without assistance.

But there was still too much snow on the ground, and his grave does not have a headstone, just one of those plates in the ground. And I don’t remember the exact location in the cemetary. Anyways, I will wait a few weeks, when the weather is warmer and the snow will (hopefully) be gone.
Not sure why I feel compelled to do this, I just do.

The length it’s been since he passed away…have never been there. I should go.

i never met my grandpa andy but i know that he is burried next to my grandma dela who i did meet.she said she wanted to be burried next to him.but i want to visit their graves because even tho i never met him,i miss him.and i miss her.

I never met my paternal grandfather, but I did see his grave. I remember crying uncontrollably when I got there though. I guess it’s because I’m close to my father.

I’ve seen my grandpa’s grave once since he died, excluding when he was buried, and that was like a week after he was buried.

It hurts so much to look back and know he’s dead, know that’ll never see him again.

I regret not seeing him while he was dieing… Out of fear. I hate that he got a brain tumor, he didn’t deserve it. No one deserves it.

I think I need to see his grave, for my sanity, so I can TRULY get over it, evne if I don’t think about it all the time, even if I’m done grieving, I need to see it written one more time, I need to see the stone, need to look at it…