A Father's Father

In honor of Father's Day, my dad wanted to take flowers to his father's and grandfather's graves.

My dad's grandfather, also his namesake, died before he was born. He knew of the cemetery he was buried in, but did not know of the exact location of the marker until recently.

My dad cut some bright red roses from my parents' yard, and we drove out to the cemetery in the country. It looked gray and like rain, but it held off. We found the site and placed the flowers.

There is a very unique looking tree, with curved branches, near the grave sites. They look like a little like long-neck dinosaurs.

My dad made me sit on it then I let him hold the Nikon for a picture.

Right as we did this, we heard a pack of coyotes start yipping. It was kind of eerie. The cemetery is on a hill and borders the woods. As quickly as they started, their howls came to a stop.

On the drive home, I snapped a few pictures of these alien pods. Or marshmallow hay bales.

They looked so cool, dotting the valley with the blue sky and dark clouds shadowing over them.

It was a nice moment to spend with my father. I am lucky to be with him this weekend for Father's Day. Unfortunately for him, I will be running a garage sale on Father's Day. I was going to take him out to a Mexican dinner afterward with some of my earnings. But I just found out my grandmother is making a ham and scalloped potatoes, and I don't think we can pass that up!

Happy Father's day to all of you dad's out there!