Cemetery Smack

When we were in Georgetown, we went to the cemetery to visit my dad's grave. It is unsettling to go there. He is buried in a teeny, country cemetery in Andice (like pop. 2), right outside of Georgetown. His plot is way out in a field by itself and it seems like he's just been left there by himself. It is really hard to stomach my mother's name on the monument w/"Our love lives on" in a heart in the middle of the names...

The grass still hasn't grown over the plot and there is still the gravel on top. I felt if I put my palm on the gravel, I could feel closer to him somehow b/c he was below it. I even sized Gregg up and down (because he is 6ft) and thought that is how far down he is. I know, I have issues.
So, we had Macy say a prayer for her Papaw.

She said:
Thank you for Jesus.
Thank you for God.
Thank you for my Papaw.
Thank you for the wind that cools us down. (it was very windy that day)
Amen.

Very nice.

Then Gregg was going to load the girls up and let me have "a moment". Macy did her knee buckling, fall-to-the-ground, went limp and whined that she wanted to stay with me. I told her that her Papaw would spank her bottom for acting like that. Gregg started walking her to the truck and she informed us that Papaw's hand wouldn't reach her bottom from heaven. Her daddy quickly told her that is right, but his would.

4 year old smack at the cemetery....I've been cracking up about it ever since.