The case of the walkabout grave
We went up to the Cemetery today to see Dad (my grandfather), a sort of… saddening experience. Sitting on the edge of a grave isn’t even close to sitting on your grandfather grave. But still. It’s nice to visit sometimes. After that we went to find Poppy Godden, my great grandfather on my Fatherside side.
Nan said she knew where he was. I thought I did too.
I think his grave went walkabout!
We couldn’t find him! We found my uncle, but not Poppy Godden.
…does this ever happen to anyone else?!
Mirrored from Siren Tides.