11 Years Today.

It's 11 years since Christian died.

And of course, my 2 granddaughters never got a chance to meet him.

But we do talk about him all the time to them.  And they look at his photos, and ask questions about him, which is nice.

The morning started off badly with the rain bucketing down.

I went out to get some flowers, and got drenched.

But by the time we met at the cemetery, after school had finished, it had stopped.  And surprisingly, not too wet at all.

The extra is of the beautiful flowers my sister sent me.  The photo does not do them justice at all.