Grandma Clinton

It's the third anniversary of the day we lost our Grandma Clinton. We packed up the family and drove to Rose Hills to pay our respects. At the flower shop, Cliff picked up some pinwheels and told the girls that Grandma Clinton would have really liked them. Cliff will occasionally tell the girls little things like that. That's the reason the kids run around (not quite reverently yet) looking for pine cones to place by her headstone when we visit. I am sad that my kids will never know their Grandma, but I am thankful to Cliff for keeping her memory alive.


I'm not positive, but this might be the first time we took Wesley out to visit her resting place. I am so thankful for eternal families. What a blessing it is to know that we will all be together someday.