visit the grave of my grandpa

This wasn’t as satisfying as I believed it was going to be…

my grandpa died a year and a half ago. he is actually buried fairly close to me. I’m not sure why I haven’t done this yet. It really hasn’t seemed that real to me, I guess.

I’ve never seen where he’s laid to rest, and its in clyde, ohio where my grandma still lives. I don’t know why I haven’t been there yet. It did take me a few years to really grieve for him, but that was a few years ago. Two maybe. He passed away when I was in 8th grade I think. It was really sad, but it took until we had a huge family reunion to celebrate the anniversary of my great aunt and uncle and my grandma’s birthday that I really realized that he was gone and wasn’t going to come back. I think I was 18 at the time. He was a really fun grandpa. He would always call me Emily (my sister’s name) and then wink at me and put a 50 cent piece into my hand. I think he thought they were really special, and at the time I didn’t. I still have them in an old coin case that he gave me from when he used to summer in Palo Alto Arizona.