My Grandparents Tomb Stones - and Fresh Cut Wild Laurel

I never met any of my grandparents, they all but one - my mom's dad, who went to California before I was old enough to know who him - died before I was born.  My father took me every Memorial Day to place wild Laurel on their graves in remembrance.  And I have done it every May since my dad passed away - almost missed it this year because the 31st slipped away and Carol reminded me on Saturday that I forgot.  The Laurel was almost flowered and gone but luckily I found a nice stand that had the flowers just bursting into full bloom and late in the afternoon placed them, loosely gathered, between the stones - rest in place William (Whistling Willie-my father said he was called) and Sarah