A Final Goof

To honor my mother on the day after her death, my oldest sister and I went to my mother's favorite resaurant for dinner. The restaurant is across the street from a cemetery where my youngest sister, who passed away 40 years ago, is buried. During dinner, my oldest sister mentioned that my mother was worried that nobody would put flowers on my youngest sister's grave after my mother died. So, my oldest sister and I did the noble thing. After our meal, we went across the street to find my youngest sister's grave and check on the flowers.

We faced a couple of challenges. Neither one of us had visited the grave for several years. However, we thought we had a pretty good idea of where it was in the large cemetery. The second challenge was that one of us had a couple glasses of wine.

We drove to where we were sure her grave was. We looked around.....and looked around......and looked around. We drove around a section of the cemetery several times. One could almost hear my mother yelling, "You dumb*%#!s! The grave is the same place it has always been!"

While we were very bothered that we could not find the grave, we gave up the search. The next morning, I called the cemetery office and was assured that they could show us on a map where my youngest sister's grave is located. We stopped by the office, they showed us on a map - it was right were we had looked the previous evening.

We drove to the section where we were the previous evening. It didn't take long to find the grave. There was a flower urn resting on it (it is a flat gravestone) that made it difficult to see (even for the one of us that was sober).

My mother is undoubtedly sharing the story with her heavenly friends about her two children's goof.