Pennies from Heaven

So, I'm stealing my post title from Nat - she wrote about this in a more timely fashion. :)

My Grandma Spracher died two years ago, and we girls hadn't been to the gravesite since her burial. Lex was visiting a few weeks ago, and we decided to make the trek to Rigby to take a look at Grams' grave. We hadn't seen the gravestone yet - it's so beautiful:

Do you see those pennies on it? Grams used to pick up pennies that she saw lying in the street, in parking lots, etc. She liked to say that, every time you saw a penny on the ground, someone in heaven was thinking about you. I love that! Mom and her siblings have been putting coins on Grams' grave when they visit. We added our own to the collection:

The other day, I was picking up some stuff from Smith's, and I saw a penny in the entrance, on the floor. I grinned and picked it up. Some teenagers snickered at me, but I didn't care. :)

My Grandma H used to put five pinecones on my Grandpa H's grave every time she visited. They stood for five words: "I will always love you." I think stuff like that is so neat. Ben and I will have to figure something out that we can do if one of us dies before the other, which is pretty likely. :) I wish we could die at the exact same time.

Here are me, Nat, and Lex (I look like such a piece of crap next to them!!):

And Nat, Lex, and Mom:

Mom told the cutest story about Grams that I hadn't heard before - she and Gramps were praying one time, and Gramps is hard of hearing, and he couldn't hear Grams' prayer. So he goes, "Speak up!" And Grams says, "I'm not talking to you."

This is the grave of my great-grandpa:

And his first wife - she died when Gramps was only five, of impetigo:

My mom brought a couple of her beautiful roses to put on the grave:

It's a little blurry - I didn't know that I had a flower setting! Ben taught me that later. So from now on, my flower pictures will be much-improved.