Memorial Day 2016

This is a sacred weekend.  As long as I can remember, I have looked forward to the trek to cemeteries and the memories that surround us.  A time to reflect about those loved ones who gave us a piece of ourselves. Their lives were very much the foundation from which we came.  They handed down their genes, beliefs, and stories to us.  Since my boys were babies, we have been making Memorial Day weekend fun.

We decorated my parents graves in Provo early this year.  I so miss them.  Then we headed south to Sigurd, where my mother was born and raised.  Also her mother, and her grandmother were raised there. We have a long line of Dastrup relatives from Sigurd, Utah.  We spent the weekend With Mack and Norma Dastrup (Mack is my mother's cousin).  If you read this blog often, you may notice that we also spent Memorial Day with them last year.  It was a great time.  We have learned to love them so much, as they have welcomed us into their hearts and home.  And what a home it is!

I have missed this view!

Of course, the boys couldn't wait to get on the ATV's and ride all over Mack's property.

After a great meal and lots of visiting, we watched the day turn into night.

Sunday we attended the little Sigurd ward church service with Mack and Norma, which was quite inspiring.
Here are some pics of that morning.

We drove to Richfield and put flowers on my grandmother's and great grandparents graves. There are other Dastrup graves there also.

Then home for a feast in the formal dining room, before returning home.  The boys helped Norma prepare for the meal.

Lovely weekend.  Feeling so grateful.