But the marker is just for my dad – my mom’s ashes are interred there, too – and when we brought them, in February of 2005, we ordered a new marker with both names. Somehow, somebody who worked at the cemetery left, somebody screwed up, and it never got done. The good thing about visiting is I think I’ve corrected that now …
My parents bought their house in Highland Park from Mary & Harold Corsini, who had fixed it up a lot. The Corsinis moved next door, fixed up that house, and then moved to Shadyside. I got rocks from the Corsini’s yard when I walked by in the morning, so I could follow the Jewish tradition of leaving a rock on the grave marker to show someone’s visited.
My parents' grave in Homewood Cemetary
