It's hard to keep in mind that Memorial Day is more than a 3 day weekend, or a chance to get your first sunburn of the year. Memorial Day is a day to remember the ones that aren't with us anymore. As my extended family sat around my grandparents grave in Spanish Fork, UT that past weekend...I couldn't help but get the feeling of how much I missed them. It's been 15 years since they've passed. All my friends never got the chance to meet them, and most of my own siblings don't even remember them. I was only 10 when they died so I can't really even say that I knew them all that well. But, the memories that I have of grandma and grandpa are memories of love. Spending Christmas together as a family with all my cousins all dressed in the same pajamas, compliments of my grandma. Having weekend sleepovers with just me, Nate and my grandparents and them giving us money to walk down to the corner market to buy candy.
Some of my favorite times now as an adult is hanging out with the Mendenhall's and listening to all the stories that they tell of Lyn and Betty Lou and wondering how much we all are like them.
Thank goodness for the knowledge that we will all be together again. And I will get to know my grandparents and my brother more.
Update from Dad
6 years ago
