Visiting the Grave

While at home, I visited my dad’s grave.  I really do love the walk down the path to get there. 

It is so quiet and beautiful that it sets the mood perfectly for a visit to a grave.

I sat on the little stone bench,

and reflected about all those that my dad is now with.  His father.

A brother and two sisters.

A favorite nephew.

And most importantly his son.  How sweet that reunion must have been! 

Then I cleaned  some of the old dead flowers off the grave and was surprised by this guy.

Then I laughed at myself for jumping when I saw it and then laughed again because I know my dad would have laughed at me too.  At that moment I learned another one of life’s lessons:  It is almost impossible to be melancholy when staring a toad in the face!