There we were. In Bear Lake Michigan.
As a small child, I remember coming here to visit my father's mother. My grandmother. Gongi as my cousins all called her. But she was Grandma to us. She lived here with her third husband Sylvester. We called him Grandpa Sy and loved him as much as our actual grandfather.
Coming here now, I could see what they saw in this place.
Life just moves a little slower here. And the vistas are absolutely amazing.
But you'll see more of that in the next post.
After finishing our horseback riding adventure and driving past Grandma's old house, and visiting many memories that until this day had been put away in the dusty corners of my mind.
we grabbed a quick snack.
Since Bear Lake is near the Leelanau Peninsula and Traverse City (the cherry capital of the world),
Cherry-Maple Jerky and these Polish Roses seemed a good choice.
Our next task...
After her death in 2002, I was not able to attend her committal service and therefore,
had never visited her grave. I've found that until you get your chance to say good-bye,
a person isn't really gone in your mind. I knew she had died, but I still found myself watching weather reports for her area and wondering how she was.
Since I had finally gotten the chance to visit my Grandfather's grave last year (Her first husband that had died in 1981), and I've buried both my parents and visited Ed's mother's grave too, my Grandma was the only one I had not had the opportunity to say good-bye to.
It was time.
Time to find Grandma and let her go.
We found the cemetery easy enough. Then we quickly got distracted by all the kewl markers that we found.
I've seen Woodsman stones before, but this one was unique.
Finally, we decided to start at one end and search until we found her.
We devised a plan and started on our way.
After about 30 seconds of searching, Edward once again, went right to it.
We found her here next to Sy.
It was nice to be able to put 11 years of wondering to rest.
To finally say, Good-bye Grandma.
You are truly missed.
If there is an afterlife, I know she's happy to see her boy (my dad) again.
We found this symbol next to her husbands grave.
We've both been in the funeral business a long time but have never seen this one before.
If anyone knows what it is for, I'd be very interested.
Perhaps a fraternity or other group of some sort.
After saying good-bye, I turned to see my car. It seemed to be waiting for me.
Ready for the driving adventure that was to come.