One of the last things that we did in Utah was stop at my grandparents graves. It had been probably 10-15 years since I had stopped to see their graves and I thought it would be fun to take the kids and show them where their great grandparents were buried. I have only been to this cemetery 3 or 4 times. As we drove in to the cemetery I remembered the area where they were buried and when Jon asked me where to stop I told him. We ended up parking straight out from their headstone. Another reason why I thought it was important for us to stop, was for Gabe. His middle name is Stoddard just like my grandpa's.
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