I wrote this letter to my boys the day after the funeral for my grandmother, my mother’s mother, laid to rest in a cemetery across the road from her house in McMillan, in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. Dear Boys, It was a gorgeous day for your Great Grandma Vera’s service yesterday, but today the outside matched my insides: 46 degrees, pouring rain and bitter. I wanted to ride as hard as I could, as long as I could and let some of it out.
I read your beautiful story to my hubby. He knew your grandma! Bunk Kirby was her neighbor. And and you know, Randy and I Iived in McMillan. So sad to lose that loving history. Hugs galore… ❤️❤️❤️