This summer while on vacation I visited the graves of my Mother and Father. It kind of humbles you. Brings reality back in focus. As chance may have it I mentioned our visit to my sister who had called recently for the burial location# of our Grandparents on my Dad’s side. The search for this elusive plot had taken place many times before by more than just us. We went back to the cemetary, as we had done so many times before without success, and after just a few minutes search with directions we found it. I had not seen this headstone for probably 45-50 years but it was pretty much how I remember it. Very basic. Names and years. No exact dates of death. Moss partially covering it. Nothing more than a marker really. That’s how it was back then, no frills like the headstones of today can be. As I stared at it I realized that my Grandfather died at the age of 77 and my Grandmother died when she was 81. That’s really remarkable considering the time period they lived in. I was 6 and 9 respectively and barely remember him but do have a number of memories of her. Both were born in the mid to late 1800’s. The 1800’s! I find that surreal, considering we are now in the year 2013, that I had Grandparents born that long ago. Imagine all they lived through. All the history they saw, not in a history book, it was in your face reality. Hard to believe they died almost 50 years ago. I hear so many people talk of their grandparents today, I barely knew mine. I’m not sure why but this picture capitvates me. Maybe it’s my own mortality.