My grandmother passed away January 31, 2009. That was the last time I was at the cemetery. I've been in the area and driven near the cemetery many times since then, but for some reason haven't gone in. It hasn't been a conscious decision. I think a part of me didn't want to see them both together. I think a part of me didn't want to face it. This weekend I went to visit my grandparents. I was sad and I cried, but it felt good. I know they are together again. No pain, no suffering.
They finally got to see their baby girl that they lost so long ago. When Grandma was sick she use to talk to Gwen Nora. I know she missed her. Just like I miss them.
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