Palm Sunday

Slept over Graz's last night and woke up for 7:30 mass again. Only problem was that Graz had relocated to his brother Nate's bed and didn't feel like going to 7:30 mass. We decided to go to 9 o'clock instead and I decided since I was up I could visit Nan's grave again. I stopped at Exxon and grabbed a coffee before I headed up there.

Once I got to the cemetery I parked and sat down right next to Nan's tombstone. I sat and drank some of my coffee before I started talking. I talked to her about everything going on in my life. From baseball to college to girls to my best friends I talked for 35 minutes straight. It was nice having someone listen to all the things I had to say. After I talked for a while I commended my Nan for teaching me something no teacher ever could. She taught me, in only the 7 years I knew her, how to love. If you can teach someone how to love and make someone feel loved, you have served a purpose. 


Before I left the cemetery I decided that next week I'm going to bring a book to read under the tree that stands across from Nan's headstone. Everything in the cemetery is more peaceful, so I think it will be a nice place to do some reading.

I also stumbled upon the Instagram app on my iPhone and wanted to snap some pictures of my Sunday morning trip. I'll post them below. (Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or form claiming to be a good photographer because I'm utilizing this app...that's aimed at all those who keep up with Condescending Willy Wonka on Twitter.)

Nan's final resting place

I really like the Instagram app and I think it's going to help me capture the beauty of things I see. There really is beauty everywhere, you just have to know where to look. 

Nan and Pap's gravestone from where I was sitting

Bottom road before you turn up to the cemetery

From underneath the tree by Nan's grave