Me and my daddy!
My Parents!
My Brother and Dad
Memorial Day wouldn't be complete without a trip to visit the graves of my dad's parents and sisters. When my dad was eight years old in 1956 a tornado took their lives. I don't think a person is ever the same after such a horrific event. I think back of how it must have been for my dad and I begin to cry. A few years ago I found a picture of him standing in front of a Christmas tree with his grandfather. The picture is dated 1956, which was his first Christmas without his family. I can't imagine what it was like for him. I just want to pick up that little 8 year old broken hearted little boy and hug him. He has such a tremendous memory, he remembers so much of his family. I told my dad he needs to write a book of his life.
I discovered a bird's nest in the grass.

This is the grave of Grandma and Grandpa Bevel. God's hand was on my dad after the tornado and they raised my dad. I never met them, but everything I have heard about them makes me believe they were wonderful people. One day in heaven!!
To the grandparents I never knew, thank you for bringing my dad into the world. I know your time was short on this earth, but you have forever left an imprint on the lives of your son, daughter in-law, six grandchildren, and three great grandchildren. Your family does not let your lives be forgotten!! Much love and you are missed!!



