Jefferson Barracks Cemetery

My maternal grandfather passed away when I was 17. I was heartbroken and often think about him and miss him. I was blessed to get to spend a lot of time with him and travel with him and grandma when I was a kid. I really cherish those times.

Since he was a veteran, he chose to be buried in the Jefferson Barracks Cemetery. I was there for his funeral, but have never gone since then. I loved him dearly, but I'm just not one to visit graves. I don't know why, it just doesn't have any draw for me. However, we were in the area in pursuit of one of the 250th STL birthday cakes and I suddenly had a strong desire to visit his grave. Fortunately, it was really easy to look it up and we found our way without any hassle.

We encountered some characters along the way:

[caption id="attachment_1629" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Oh deer![/caption]

 

The deer are everywhere and they are not skittish! At one point, Gabe put his hand out the window and I have no doubt he would have been able to pet one if I hadn't hollered for him to roll the window back up. Such a buzz kill.

Anyway, here's Grandpa's resting place:

[caption id="attachment_1630" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Boy and Great-Grandpa Haas[/caption]

 

[caption id="attachment_1631" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Lester O. Haas[/caption]

 

[caption id="attachment_1632" align="aligncenter" width="300"] And another![/caption]

 

[caption id="attachment_1633" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Me and Grandpa's Headstone[/caption]

 



 

[caption id="attachment_1635" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Once a military man...[/caption]