Thinking back and trying to picture myself as a kid running around this place with friends. Hiding behind the larger grave markers and laughing. Yesterday we drove past, as we often do, so I decided to visit Ty’s grave site then circle around to the back part where we would hang out in the 80’s. This is the older part of the cemetery where nothing has changed for years so it’s easy to picture myself as a kid playing that game where we would try to find the oldest grave marker. I know my kids have heard it over and over but it’s just what I do, thinking back always and telling stories about how it used to be.