Thanks very much.When the weather is warmer will be fine. You said it is a small cemetary?The last cemetary I visited was so big I got lost! And I had a MAP. Ha ha. I was on foot (no car). It can really get confusing ... all the landmarks looked so much alike.I wonder if any of the newer cemetaries have electronic signals/beacons that you can home in on. If they don't have them now they will someday.
I never knew any of my real grandparents.My paternal grandmother Louise died when my father was in his teens. Her husband, my grandfather Charles died in 1940. His funeral was the day I was born. My maternal grandmother Myrtle Drader died when my mother was about 12. My maternal grandfather Wilson (Bert) Harris died when I was five but I do not remember ever meeting him. My mother did not like her father.My mother's aunt Mary Drader and her husband Robert Turnbull raised my mother. Mary died when I was three and Robert is the only "grandparent figure" I knew growing up. He died when I was about 16. Robert spent his final years in a nursing home. I envy those who were lucky enough to know all their grandparents.I always feel I missed out.