From tears into laughter

Cemetary (Photo: mikecollar)

My grandmother had passed away during a particularly wet January.   The cemetery had placed AstroTurf leading from the curb to the ceremony site.  I was sitting in the front row with my two-year-old son.  My father approached, and as he did, the water came through the turf. As he took each step toward us, we could see the water around the base of his shoes. My son pointed and yelled,