I visited my grandpa’s grave once with my dad. and then last year my grandma died, so I went to visit them both this year on the anniversary.
I don’t know what most people think about this, but I think I always had a really strong connection with my grandpa, even though I never met him. When my mom was pregnant with me, after having 5 boys alreay, everyone thought I was going to be a boy…everyone except my grandpa. He would go out for walks and bring back these little girlie trinkets and give them to my mom
He had been sick for a really long time, and once my grandma was in the kitchen and heard my grandpa talking in the bedroom saying “Please God, not yet, I can’t go quite yet” And grandma found him passsed out, but then he just woke up, and was fine again.
He ended up dieing a week before I was born (Nov 12, 1982)…pretty much to the minute. Another odd coincidence is that I was supposed to be born on his birthday, but I ended up being almost a month early. and then one day when I was little, my mom was about to give me a bath and I felt this overwhelming sadness, I was probably only 4 or 5, and I just started bawling and saying “I miss grandpa.” It was very strange, I remember it very vividly/
And then last year my grandma on November 16, and I thought it was very fitting that they die around the same time. So this year I went to their graves and just kinda remembered them
I also have my grandpas old rocking chair in my room, that’s my favorite place to read