Saturday the 21th of Jan. marked the one year anniversary of my grandmother’s death. My Dad, Anja, and I went to visit my Grandmother’s grave on Saturday. It was the first time I’ve seen the grave with her there. My Grandfather shares the same plot with my Grandmother, and I’ve visited his grave several times before.

It was rather sad. My Dad really took her death very hard. Visiting her grave was extremely difficult for him, but I feel it was a good step in his extended grievance process. He left a wooden name plate that said “Mama” on her headstone. Seeing my Dad cry is one of the hardest things for me to see.

While we were their we visited my Sister’s grave as well. She doesn’t have a headstone. My parents could afford to buy her one at the time. I’ve always wanted to buy her one. I should do that in the near future. I found out her birth/death date. Dec. 10th 1979. That would make her 26 years old today if she was still alive. She swallowed her one stool forcing them to have a emergency cesarean. She only lived for a few hours.

All in all I’m glad we went even though it weighed heavily on the heart.