His Place in the Garden

My grandfather passed away six years ago today. He was buried the cowboy way in the garden next to my grandmother on an unusally warm and sunny day by Gustavus standards. After the memorial, my cousin and I took turns shoveling dirt onto his casket until the large hole was filled. Flowers soon grew in the dirt, but the final resting place of my grandparents was not quite complete… Until today. On a warm and sunny day nearly identical to that day six years ago, my Aunt Aimee hung the wooden plaque memorializing my grandfather’s life.