Tonight my family is sitting around Grandpa and Grandma Nelsen's graveside. It's July 24 and it is Grandpa's birthday. This is the second birthday he has spent with Grandma on the other side of the veil, but we're celebrating like they still live at 3216 Joyce Drive.
We spent many Sunday afternoons sitting on the patio, eating creamies, drinking Pepsi, feeling the canyon breeze and talking. Grandma and Grandpa were always there for us. They supported us in all that we did, coming to recitals, plays, baby blessings, baptisms, and birthdays.
We always celebrated every birthday in the family with them. They would come to our house for cake and ice cream. Grandpa often brought me a rose from 7/11. They would talk and smile, sitting on the sidelines of the celebration, giving their full heart and support to the occasion.
You may not be able to see them in the circle around the graveside, but I'm sure they are there. God has lent them some spiritual resin chairs, and they are laughing along with everyone. Grandma has her pink shorts and cardigan on, Grandpa has his legs crossed, elbows resting on the arm rests, and middle finger to pinky finger intertwined with pointer to pointer and thumb to thumb. They miss us like we miss them, and that is why it is wonderful that families are forever and that we will all be together soon enough.
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