Trip To Stockton

I was very honored to be able to take a road trip in January with my little man Carter to a sudden and sad funeral for my aunt who lived in Stockton, CA. I hadn't been in that town since I was a child. While there, I was able to see relatives I hadn't seen for years, view my grandparents graves for the first time, show Carter the house my dad grew up in as a boy, and all his childhood spots, and honor my aunt at her funeral. It was held in a church house that my grandfather helped build, and that my parents had their wedding reception near, and that my father left for a mission from, etc. It is now what I consider "Holy Ground." Here are some pics: