Last Sunday would have been my dad's birthday. My dad died in 1994, my grampa in 1997. Seems the women of the family are longer-lived than the men. So we women went to the cemetery to pay our respects, shed a few tears and laugh over fondest memories. The weather was perfect, not too cold, and the rain had stopped. In fact, the ground was perfect for adding a couple flowers and butterflies near the headstones.