Priceless

Those who know me, know that every year around Memorial Day I make the annual trek down to Ypsilanti to spruce up the cemetery plots where my grandparents and parents are buried.  I've been doing this since I was little child with my mother; since my parents passed away its been with my brother Terry.  We agreed to let my sister Peggy in about 8 years ago.  This year, we extended the fun to include my older brother Ron and older sister Pat. 

This isn't a solemn event.   We go down to trim up the trees, edge around the head and foot stones and plant flowers.  We also take the time to remember our heritage and to take a trip down memory lane.  Last night was no exception.  It was nice to be there with my siblings (four out five were there; Judy, we missed you!).

  That's my sister Pat supervising my brother Ron (and wife Pearl) on flower placement.

 This is the whole crew surveying the situation deciding what needs to be done.

  And Blaine Joseph got in to the act by helping me clean up around my grandparents headstone

And this is my parents plot.  If you will notice, that is a beer can sitting atop the headstone.   It is appropriate, as my parents wouldn't have it any other way.  You're not a Schulz if you don't drink a beer when you work!

Pat brought some of Judy and Duane's homemade wine.  When the job was finished, we toasted our parents and to family.  I'm pretty sure that Mom and Dad were smiling at that very moment.

Did the night end at the cemetery?  Hell no!  LOL

We took the river road and made our way to Montpelier and the Dally Up Bar for some burgers and beer!

Laughter, a few tears, and a whole lot of love!

It was a priceless evening and one that will be stored in the memory banks forever.