Before Mother's Day, Dad and I met at the cemetery to place our flowers on Mother's, Tina's and Mark's graves. I took great-grandson Xadrian Winterton with me. As Dad and I were intently trying to drive wires into the ground to anchor our flowers, I looked around to see Xadrian across the road in the cemetery perched on the maintenance tractor in front the of the sheds trying to start up the tractor.
I figure Mom would have gotten a kick out of that.
I don't have a good photo yet of Mom's new headstone, but thought I'd add this anyway. A few months earlier, Dad asked how we would feel about moving Mom's resting place up the hill a bit where standing headstones were allowed. I was all for it. It just seems right that Mom and Dad have a nicer headstone than one that was flush with the ground.
Alan, Dad and I met with the man who would design what we wanted for her.
It is near a tree further up the hill from Mark and Tina's with a beautiful view of Mount Timpanogas.
