Like many Americans I had the opportunity today to go by the cemetery where our family members are buried. The rolling hills were decorated with flowers and flags. It seems like just yesterday that I was at my grandparents house on Memorial Day. Now they are all with the Lord. I only had the opportunity to know one of my grandfathers. Grandpa Martin was my hero and my friend. At this stage of life I would love to go back and sit under the cherry tree and listen to him talk. He never had much to say, but what he said always seemed to be important. Grandpa seemed to wrap several lifetimes into one. He was a farmer all of…