Graveyards with Grandma

It's been a unique weekend. Plenty of good things going on, some not good things, and some things that are just weird.

Friday night and Saturday I got to hang out with friends from school at Kate's house and Cedarpoint. It was awesome. The thing that I hate about summer is that I don't get to see people that much especially since I'm working at camp, but at the same time I love camp and wish I'd have stayed. I wish I could things at once. That way I could hang out with people and stuff and still be at camp. Sunday was pretty good too. I got to see some friends from home and play a game of softball. Then I went to my aunt and uncle's house to have dinner with them and my cousins and their babies.

Babies are so small. It's crazy. I look at myself and I'm like "there's no way I was that small", but I was. It's just weird to think about how much I've grown and changed. Sometimes I don't notice how much I've changed because it's been such a gradual process. Anyways on to what I really wanted to write about.

Friday afternoon I took my Grandmother out to her sister's, parents', and first husband's ( my grandfather's) graves to put flowers out. It took a while because they were at different cementaries, but I didn't mind. I like driving.

Anyways my grandmother continually surprises me. After visiting her sister's grave she says to me: "This may all seem pointless to you, but it means a lot to me." It wasn't the fact that it was her who said it, but I just wasn't expecting it. I wasn't bored, and I don't think I was acting like it was pointless because it's really not. While we do need to move on when we lose someone we shouldn't forget them or caste their memory aside.

Later in the day we stopped where a friend of her's lived the last time they talked which seemed to be several months if not a couple years. So I go up to the door and knock and ask for Jane Janey, and luckily she still lived there. She was so excited to see my grandmother. Even though we couldn't stay and talk just to see my grandmother was just a huge blessing to her.

A lot of times I lose sight of how much it means to be able to spend time with friends. It's always like well I'll see you later or talk to you soon. A lot of the time I lose that sense of importance. I don't cherish it. It's just something that will always be there. I lose the appreciation of that blessing, and here this 80 some year old lady with all kinds of problems can't even spend time with her friend, but is calling me a blessing for driving her there.

I don't really know what I'm saying, but I just felt like writing about it.

Because of his grace and for his glory.