On Memorial Day, we made the annual pilgrimage to the Provo Cemetery to see the headstone of our beloved Grandma Laynie, along with her many progenitors. There is a sense of pride and sentimentality to walk down the rows and feel so connected to so many people. So many Taylors and Fishers.
This picture is taken next to Dan Heath's headstone at the East Lawn Cemetery, which we also visited. A little stone bench, a wrought iron heart, and wind chimes adorn the tree under which he is buried. If I believed that he was still there, I would like that he could listen to the music of these sweet little wind chimes and look out over the valley. We also visisted our Brinton Grandparents who are buried in this cemetery. Our day ended with a neighborhood BBQ and run through the sprinklers. Perfect by definition.
On Memorial Day, we made the annual pilgrimage to the Provo Cemetery to see the headstone of our beloved Grandma Laynie, along with her many progenitors. There is a sense of pride and sentimentality to walk down the rows and feel so connected to so many people. So many Taylors and Fishers. 