Cemeteries and Christmas

Big Guy and I have always agreed we would try to start new traditions for Christmas not shared by our families such as the daily advent candle and the annual baking of caramel popcorn. I admit it is my grandmother’s recipe, but I do not think she ever made it for Christmas.

There was one tradition we both agreed would continue, which was the annual dressing of the graves of our loved ones. I always remembered going with my parents while my dad grumbled that they moved the big oak tree every year hiding the graves of his parents. Luckily, my mom’s family was easier to find as they never moved their oak tree. I realize there is a bad joke in there, but it happened too many times to not be true.

Unfortunately, all our parents are now with the angels, but we take the time to remember them. I realize this may be old-fashioned and I pray the tradition never goes away, but I am comforted knowing they are keeping an eye on me during my time on Earth.