As long as we were already there, we decided to drive up to the top of the hill and visit my grandparent's grave. There is not a bad location anywhere in this cemetery. But up here the views are stunning.
Their marker. It threw me off at first because my grandmother always went by Myrna even though her given name was Jessie Mary.
I love this picture.
Looking down. The little cement paths that line this lower hill are for pallbearers to walk on so they don't tip over under the weight of the casket. Good thinking. I wouldn't have thought of that. 