Well, I think my maternal grandparents they are buried in a beautiful, mountain top cemetery in Kent County Washington. That’s where Mom’s urn is interred, anyway, and there are several other family members buried there. I only remember meeting Gramma once, before she died in 1968 or so. Grampa died before I was born.
I don’t have the faintest idea about my paternal grandfather, which is odd, come to think of it. However, during a family reunion in Texas, we went to visit…some place. I don’t know if it was somebody’s old homestead or what. But on the sweeping acres of pastureland there were a scattering of old, broken tombstones in one area. I think maybe that’s where my dad’d mom is. I never met them. My dad’s mom died when he was 13. Grampa died not long before my folks got married.
This is something I’ve never thought about. It really makes me sad.