It was taken on a rainy day. With a phone. With a wet phone.
And this is my paternal grandmother's grave.
They're in a cemetery in Europe, so I can't visit them.
But this wonderful man does! Our "angel-on-earth"!
Here he is tending to my grandmother's new grave.
We found each other years ago, on a genealogy site, when I was looking for information about my European family. (He's also the guy taking pictures with the wet phone.)
He's taken it upon himself to visit the graves... leaving flowers, candles and prayers, in my name.
Here he is tending to my father's and grandfather's grave.
(His beautiful wife goes along sometimes and takes the pictures of him. Thank you!)
This was my grandmothers grave, forgotten and hidden for many, many years.
Until our angel-on-earth found it!! He searched that huge cemetery from all sides, looking for the correct number. There was nothing! But he didn't give up! He rolled up his sleeves... and on his knees, began moving shrubbery and weeds around. And there it was!!!!
I cried my eyes out when he sent me this picture and the great news!!
(She's since been moved to that other location.)
My father passed away before my grandfather, at the too, too young age of thirty-seven.
I can't even tell you how that breaks my heart.
My grandfather commissioned a sculptor to create that beautiful piece... a head of a weeping angel.
I'm fascinated with the way the elements have changed its look.
Getting darker and darker with age.
But it's all well taken care of. And they're not forgotten by me.
I send him little love-notes to put on their graves. On those pink, paper hearts. :)
Thank you for all that you do, for my family and myself!!!!
You have changed our lives!!!!
(He even translated all of their letters, which I couldn't read!! But that's another story for another day.)
There are SO many things to love!
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Thank you.
Signing off for now,
gabriele