Memorial Day

Yes, it was a month ago.
I'm so behind, so now I'm sharing pictures from Memorial Day. Thanks for not thinking I'm weird.

You know what is weird?

Looking at your grandparents...

...then looking at your grandparents headstone.

WEIRD.

This is the cemetery by the church my grandpa Jim grew up in. It's one of those calm, serene places in the middle of farm country in northern Indiana. I don't know if I want to be buried there, but I would be amongst many of my maternal family members.

My great-grandparents were good people. Salt of the earth. I always think about how my great grandpa would give us his special hug including a zerbert. [zurbert? You know that thing where you kind of blow on a child's neck and it tickles them? Am I clearly communicating here?] My great grandma would always say, "Oh, bless your heart." Always.

Good people. 

Is this irony?