Wednesday, August 8, 2012

sixty years young

Today happens to be what would have been my dad's 60th birthday. So, with my brother who lives in Utah and my sister who arrived yesterday as well, we headed to the cemetery for a little birthday party. 

Three of the four kids and seven of the eight grandkids were in attendance! 

We brushed away the dirt and trimmed the grass that had overgrown the nearly 19 year old headstone. His grandkids did rubbings of a headstone of a man they've only met in heaven. And we took some pictures. 

There were no refreshments, balloons or party hats, but hopefully he felt our love. 

Happy 60th dad. Rise and shout!

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