This morning my husband, Stephen, and I crossed the mountains to Johnson City, Tennesee to find Stephen’s Grandpa Karl’s grave in the Veteran’s Cemetery. I didn’t have the honor of meeting any of Stephen’s grandparents, but this was the next closet thing to meeting Grandpa Karl. Stephen had only been to this cemetery once, for the funeral back in 2007, so we had to look up the grave using the computer at the main building, then we headed over to the SS section.
We had stopped by Trader Joe’s and bought a bouquet including a sunflower and this salmon-faded red rose for us to place on the grave. I pulled the flowers out of the back seat, Stephen cut down the stems, and we set out to find Grandpa Karl’s gravestone.
When I first saw the rows and rows of marble grave stones, it brought a somberness and a thankfulness to my spirit for all the sacrifice of the veterans represented by all those marble markers.
Section SS stood toward the back of the cemetery, and then we looked for the 1400 section where Grandpa Karl, a World War II veteran, had been laid to rest. The marble slab looked newer than some of the others because it had only been there for ten years.
The grave was easy to find, and Stephen put the flowers off to the right side, and then said, “Grandpa, meet your great-grandbaby,” and being a pregnant woman, I just let the tears flow and hung on to Stephen. I’m glad our baby got to “meet” Great-Grandpa Karl! We snapped a few more photos, and then kept on with our road trip, thankful that we could stop by Grandpa Karl’s grave and honor him.