A year ago October, I went to Pittsburgh for a metadata conference, and stayed an extra day to wander around and visit, including a visit to my parents’ grave. Where I was quite surprised to find that they’d never set the marker for my mom. Even though we’d paid the cemetery some $4000 to open the grave and inter my mom’s ashes and make the new marker – in February of 2005.
Right before Thanksgiving I decided to email a friend from high school. She’s the middle sister in a family of three girls, and we’d been back in touch last spring because, sadly, her little sister was very ill, and died of cancer in March. Turned out she was going to Pittsburgh for Thanksgiving – her older sister still lives there – and was planning to visit her sister’s grave in the same cemetery as my parents – her older sister’s house is only a few blocks away. So I asked her to check to see if the cemetery admin had ever got it together to make my mom’s marker – fully expecting her to go and take a cell phone picture showing only the marker for my dad, and I’d have to start the many-month nagging process again.
Lo and behold – it’s a Thanksgiving miracle –
Dad AND Mom's grave marker
Time to head home to get with the cookie baking – because for sure an extra box is going to Pittsburgh, to the older sister’s house for both of them.
