Dying is a Part of Life... that doesn't make it easy though.

Austin and Serenity joined Keith and myself in a trip to the cemetery where my grandparents are buried. They never knew them.... I wish with all my heart they could have met these two wonderful people who were my world for such a long time. I miss them very much. They live on through my mother, us, and my children. I can see so many of my grandparents traits in all of us.... it's nice. We lost my grandpa Fulton in 1990 to a fight with lung cancer and Grandma Fulton to cancer in 1997. Losing her was crushing to all of us. Our lives have not been the same. Grandpa and her married when my mom was 4 years old. My mom used to call Grandpa Daddy Jim when he and my Grandma were dating. He used to tell my mom that the only reason he married Grandma was because of my mom. He wanted my mom to be his daughter. And in 1954 his wish came true when he and Grandma were married. He then adopted my mom. I love the story. It brings tears to my eyes. I can't wait to tell my children this loving story. We should all be so lucky to find a love like that. My family has been blessed to have had these two wonderful people to call family.

Some may think it strange that I took the kids to see the cemetery, but I believe they need to know. They may not fully understand, but one day they will. Yes, it lead to questions, but that is a part of parenting.... I can only answer them honestly. We will all die someday. It is a fact of life. It hurts, and will always hurt, but if we accept it, death may be easier. The deaths that are hardest are those we are unprepared for.... you never get over losing someone, you will always grieve. However the grieving gets less and less as time goes on. Time heals some wounds, just not all.

Thanks for reading if you read this far. Remember to tell those you love how much they mean to you.