Yesterday we visited my gramma and grandpas grave. They are buried in the same one. I usually don’t like going to grave yards, I mostly went for moms sake, mom really wanted to go. I am proud that I faced my fears and went. It was nice. I said some prayers and spent a little time just talking to my gramma and grandpa. We got flowers and put them on the grave. We bought lillies, roses and some other ones not sure of what they were. The grave yard where they are buried is a very old grave yard. There are graves in there going as far back as the early 1800’s. We walked around and looked at a few of them. I don’t know why but grave yards always spook me. There are some houses near this one, and I was telling mom I’d hate to live alongside a grave yard. I’d be terrified. Anyway I am glad we went. Its not often I visit their graves. It was nice to do that and then go back to the lake that is nearby and feed the ducks and swans and have drinks. Doing that made it a little easier as I knew we’d be doing something fun afterwords.