Yesterday would have been my dad’s 71st birthday and Ricky and I took some balloons to the cemetery. Ricky asked my mom, “What rock are your mom and dad under?” so we had to explain that they are buried somewhere else before ever even getting to the cemetery.
When we got to Dad’s headstone, Ricky sang him a birthday song and then said, “Where is Grandpa Chet? His head is in heaven but where’s the rest of him?” (Still don’t know why he thinks spirit = head) Then we had to walk around the cemetery with him asking me, “Who’s rock is that? Who is that?” to every headstone. Before we could leave Ricky had to find a special blade of grass (don’t ask what made it special — you have to be 4 to know) and put it on the headstone by Dad’s name and he said, “Bye, Grandpa Chet!” The whole thing was funny and very sweet!