I alway dread going to the cemetery...just don't want to face reality head-on. It always seem so much harder seeing my dad's name on the headstone. But today was different. When we pulled in the cemetery and I forced myself to look up I saw such bright cheer colors from all the balloons that were there at his grave site. And it made me smile and happy. I guess you could say it was a happy visit. We added our balloons and flowers to the collection that was there and we all wished my dad happy birthday.
I am grateful for happy visits.
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