Visiting Carey's grave

Monday evening, we visited Carey's grave. We talked and visited. We talked about the cabin, which Carey loved. We listened to someone play their bag pipe nearby, and laughed, and Carey would have laughed along with us watching the old guy do his little jig to the music. The kids ran and played in the grass and Carey would have loved to run along with them as well. We sent off balloons to the heavens. The sky was beautiful and looking over the Heber Valley that evening was beautiful. Carey would have loved all of it.