the truth is in the details

Today I went to see my grandfather's (my dad's dad) grave. I never knew the man. It was the first time I had been there since I was a child. I have very clear memories of going to my grandfather's grave during the summer for some kind of religious ceremony and seeing all of my father's extended family. These summer ceremonies were probably the only times I saw most of them. My memory is a jumble after that.

Anyway, I've now got a map and a clear idea of where the grave is. Now I can go and visit anytime I want. I probably won't go for a while, but at least the option is available. Now I've got to figure out where my great-grandfather is buried...