For the last couple of years, I've associated June 5th with sadness. It's my grandma's birthday, and since she's passed, it was a sad day for me because she's not here to celebrate it anymore. I think that's pretty normal and part of human grief. For the first time since the funeral, I went and visited her at the cemetery. The kids wanted to go because they'd not been there before, and I took that as a sign. We got up early-ish on Saturday morning, packed up, and made the drive to Youngstown. I have no idea why my grandparents opted for the cemetery they did because it's out in the middle of nowhere. I meant to ask my Dad about that but keep forgetting to do that. I'm genuinely…