Let me explain the onion. My grandpa was a funny man. He loved to sing and play his guitar. He knew lots of old silly songs. One of them said this:
Now that she has gone to rest I’ll fulfill her last request
I’ll plant a bunch of onions on her grave
So that when I’m passing by I can pucker up and cry
Cause the dog-gone things just simply make me rave.
I believe my sisters put the onion on his grave this year.
Here is a picture of us with him about a month before he passed. He remains one of my favorite people of all time. Miss him.
