Memorial day

Come Memorial day we had big plans. Well, not really big but to get some things done and those things were put on the back burner. Mike has been looking forward to a day off since Christmas and it finally came. But he woke up with a stomach ache and things only got worse from there. Mike headed to his parents place to help out on their house. He took the two older boys and some bikes to keep them busy.  I planned on meeting up with them later in the morning to go to the graves. When I got to my in-laws everyone told me Mike was at the hospital with Rylan and asked if Mike had talked to me. I don't use my cell in the car so I returned his many calls to find out that Rylan had split his arm open. He had been walking around the rebar in grandpa's whole and tripped. He cut himself deep enough to need 5 stitches. Mike, who was sick carried him out of the whole and took him to the hospital down the street where they spent almost 2 hours waiting to get stitched up.

Mike was able to meet up with the family at the graves later. The kids had fun putting flowers on the graves and remembering their grandparents and ancestors. 

Here is grandma and grandpa Wertz's graves. Camden had lots of questions about the graves and the boys had many reminders that the cemetery was not a park.

It was a hot day and the shade was very welcoming. After the graves we went out to eat and hung out for a little bit before getting Mike home to rest. 

Here is grandma and grandpa Wilcox. The kids never knew them but have heard some great stories about them.

Mike said Rylan did great at the hospital. They said he was lucky he didn't hit an artery. He thought the whole experience was awesome. Mike said Rylan watched everything the doctor did thought the stitches were cool. We are suppose to wash it twice a day and Rylan decided it was cool to touch his stitches and clean it all by himself. Me on the other hand was happy to let him do all the work.