Keepin’ It Real Thursday: When Not to Strike a Sultry Pose
So, this post is “sort of” about Mother’s Day. Just sort of.
Last Sunday, I mentioned taking the kids to visit Grandma’s grave. It was a really sweet time. Belle always gets a tiny bit emotional. She is the only one who has real memories of her Memaw. She always asks lots of questions about Heaven when we visit the cemetery.
Sunday was no exception. Sweet Belle got a little teary when she saw Memaw’s picture. That always tears my heart out. The other kids sort of took their cues from Belle. They were unusually quiet. Respectful. Introspective. Even Jeb. You could just tell their little minds were turning, trying to figure out the stuff of life and death and Heaven.
I suggested that we take a picture of them behind Memaw’s grave. Sounds morbid, I know, but it’s just something I do. I snapped a few shots, and we left.
The kids were so quiet in the backseat on the way home, and I couldn’t help but think how amazing they were to be so young and yet so reverent and aware of our loss.
And THEN, going through the pictures later that night, I found this….
All that stuff I said before….
Never mind.
It must be a southern thing because we take pictures at our loved ones graves too. Just Easter weekend, I drove around backroads to tiny family cemetaries with my folks, honoring and remembering the ones we hold so dear.
I bet your Grandma would get the biggest kick out of that pic so I say more power to ‘em!
I think it is DEFINITELY a southern thing! I have a ton of pictures of me as a little girl at people’s graves. Just passing on the tradition!
Oh Estella Dru! Too funny! That is SO something Ryan would do! Love her!
I was just thinking when I read this and the comments already posted. I so agree with the one that its just something you do in the south (especially rural). We did the same thing. I took Evan and went by the cemetary and we took a picture of him by his great-grandparents graves. He’ll never get to meet them here but—–SOMEDAY!!!.
We always took pictures and graphite rubbings. I believe I even have a few of my grandfather in his….final bed…you could say. That’s the south for you.
I really thought that I was the ONLY person who has taken family photos at decorations, etc. Like the pica that I have of Seth by my grandpa’s headstone. It makes me feel better to know others do this, too because I’ve had other people raise an eyebrow towards me for my little hobby.
I really thought that I was the ONLY person who has taken family photos at decorations, etc. Like the pics that I have of Seth by my grandpa’s headstone. It makes me feel better to know others do this, too! I’ve had other people raise an eyebrow towards me for my little hobby.
Ha. Let ‘em laugh. I love the tradition!