Memorial Day

On Saturday, Wendy and I drove to Ogden and visited my parents' graves.  On our way back we went to Wendy's parents' graves.  We walked right to her mother's grave without any trouble.  A year ago it was different.  Afer several minutes of pacing back and forth, Wendy called (in a not so quiet voice), "Mother, where are you?"  There were a lot of incredulous stares.  Fortunately, right at that moment I found the grave.

On Monday quite a few of the Lewis' met at the SF cemetery and put up the little wooden flowers.  Then we went to Emilie's for grilled hamburgers.  The two pics allowed for two different photographers to be in a picture.