Memorial Day

It's Memorial Day again. I left plastic roses at my grandparents
tombstones. This is the first year all 4 are dead. Grandma's death date
is still not on the stone. The funeral home my Dad paid for the
engraving declared bankruptcy a month after he paid them. He is trying
to get his money back since they are not doing the job and pay someone
else to do it.
I also decorated my great and great-great grandparents graves. Mom had
visited the cemetery last Saturday so that made them easier to spot. My
Mom's relatives are all in the same cemetery. Beyond my great-great
grandparents, her ancestors are in Illinois and Missouri.
Next was my other grandparents' tombstone in a city they never lived in.
Grandpa did not wish to be buried out in the boondocks where his
descendents would have trouble finding him. That is also easy to find.
It is the largest in the cemetery, close to the size of a piano.
I decided to let Mom decorate the boondock graves scattered around
different cemeteries along gravel roads. Grandma's family are all in one
church yard. It's Grandpa's family that's scattered. His parents were
divorced so they are in different areas. Then the couple who raised
Grandpa after age 10 are in another cemetery. Then great-great and
great-great-great grandparents are in more cemeteries.
After coming back to town, I drove over to my sister's house to see my
brother, and do laundry too. My brother's car was out front, but nobody
was home. I called on my cell phone and a message said their machine had
been turned off. Bitch. She knew I was coming and told me yesterday they
would be home all day, today. They probably went to a movie. Oh well.
Post later. Bye!