Memories

Before our photo shoot from below we drove down to the beach this morning to pick up Johnny's race package for his marathon tomorrow morning. On the way back I thought it would be a good idea to stop by my great Grandma and Grandpa's grave site. I haven't been there in close to 5 years and wanted to go. It took us over 30 min to finally find it.

It brought back alot of memories from when my Grandma passed away. It was such a hard thing for me to deal with being only 11 years old. I remember going in my Grandma's room when she was in a coma and rubbing her forehead with a wet towel and talking to her in her ear and telling her how much I loved her and how much Jesus loved her. I was so scared to ever leave because I was afraid if I did it would be the last time I saw her. Death at any age is super hard but that was the first real experience I had with it. Even after 16 years I can still remember the sound of her breathing machine that was in her room, and the call I got from my mom telling me that she had passed away and just hanging up and crying.

I was happy to be able to take Aven and Johnny there. Even though I know they aren't there it was nice to go and remember them. Aven was even in a good mood which doesn't happen to often.


Johnny trying to help me find it...I guess my memory wasn't that great.