Memorial Day

We visited my grandparents' grave on Memorial Day. It was the first time we'd been there since my grandpa's funeral last summer, and we were glad we went. Grandpa used to put flowers there for grandma every Memorial Day, so we were happy to continue that tradition.

We picked red roses from a special rose bush in our backyard to put on the grave. Some people at Dave's work gave it to us right after his brother Kevin died in a car accident a few years ago. 

This was the first time we saw grandpa's name plate on the headstone.

Afterwards we headed over to the beach for a bar-b-q. It was a really nice day - not nearly as windy as the cemetery.

 Dallin is getting eaten by this fallen tree. In case you couldn't tell.

This is one of my favorite views from the drive home. See Morro Rock down there? I took this from the car window, and it actually turned out nice. One of these times I'm going to pull over to take pictures, but we're always so eager to get home by this point that we don't want to stop.