I visited Dad's grave a few days ago with the kids. My daughter, Jordan, was able to find the exact location easily from the cemetery driveway. Though just nine years old, she remembers her grandfather well (in part thanks to photos and home video).
Many years ago, I used to drive out to the cemetery, often bringing friends who as I recall really like going there.
In more recent times, when visiting Dad's grave, I am struck by the reflective quality of the site, and am thankful for what seems a fine resting place for Dad, Beth, and others who are memorialized there.