Today was Memorial Day. I was glad to have the day off of work and sleep in. I was also glad I was able to go over to my mom and dad's house and get some flowers ready with him. It's always been a family tradition that the flowers we take to the graves are homemade arrangements that come from flowers in the yard. Usually my mom and aunt arrange and take them but this year it was me and my dad.
My dad had some cans that he wanted to put the flowers in. He decided he needed some gravel to weigh down the bottoms.
So he went over by the fence and scooped up some rocks.
It was nice to spend the afternoon with my dad. His illness with Parkinson's is taking its toll and I HATE it. But I am grateful for the time I can spend with him one on one. I had to take a picture of the yellow cup filled with Cherry Coke. It's a childhood memory.
Here are the cans all ready to go!
And here are some of the flowers we're going to use. I brought the pink roses over from our house.
My dad did a lot better if he sat. He wanted to put some chicken wire over the cans to help hold the flowers in place.
It actually worked out really well!
Here we go...
My dad didn't do any of the arranging but he would go cut flowers for me to use out of his garden.
One down and one to go! Iris, roses, peonies and branches from an apple tree. This arrangement is for my great grandparents (my dad's grandparents). Evidently, my great grandpa didn't like the color yellow. So, I didn't put any yellow flowers in it.
Here's the second one. This one is for my grandparents (my dad's mom and dad). I pretty much used the same flowers but added some yellow iris too. I like the yellow.
Here's my dad loading them into his truck to take them to the cemetery. He was careful that they didn't tip over.
Here we are!
We went to my grandparents grave first.
And then we went over to my great grandparents.
My dad wired everything into place,
and filled it up with water.
He and I also visited Ken's grandparent's graves and watered their flowers too.
Just as my dad and I were getting ready to drive out of the cemetery, someone honked at us. It was my brother Clint with his kids. We got back out of the truck and visited with them for a little while.
Clint was telling his kids about my dad's brother who drown at age 2 and my dad's sister who died from scarlet fever when she was age 3.
My dad found a nice bench to sit on in the shade and rest. My cute niece, Eryn, joined him.
I really enjoyed spending some time with my dad. I love him! Parkinson's has taken away a lot of what this man is able to do, but he is still the greatest dad anyone could ask for!