Memorable Memorial

It isn't often that we are in Utah for Memorial Day. We enjoyed the opportunity this year to visit the grave sites of those we love and miss. We appreciate the many years that our children have represented us by visiting their grandparents' graves over the years on Memorial Day.

It was all the more special as Glen's mother was born on May 24 and my father on May 26.

It's hard to believe that Elma has been gone for 22 years. She made a special trip to Mesa for Nathan's baby blessing on her way home from attending Grandma Baker's 80th birthday bash. We feel it was a blessing that she was able to hold her youngest and last grandchild before her passing.

She and Grandpa J are buried in Sandy, Utah in the shadow of the beautiful Wasatch Mountains.

My parents are buried in Provo, Utah, a place that my mother loved. She began her love affair as a student at BYU made possible through the GI Bill. She was the first college student ever in her family.

She met Gary after her studies and after he wrote the woman in this picture while on his mission. I found this picture the other day and wanted to share it. I am the owner of the cedar chest in the entry because he received a "dear John" and the chest reverted to my grandmother who in turn left it to me filled with her treasures. Both Gary and Elma died in their fifties. So young! We will always think of both of them on their birthdays.

Velva's and Gary's grave site also lies in view of the beautiful mountains.

We were also able to visit the graves of Glen's grandparents in the Draper City Cemetery.

They also lie near the mountains. Utah was so green and beautiful.