CONFUSION IN THE CEMETERY
When I posted my "Stories from the Cemetery, I confused some of you as I saw from the comments. The stories from the cemetery were not with my sister but with my lifelong friend Kris who lived across the street. we met before either of us had started school. I've added her picture below. One of the things I wanted to do on this trip was go by and visit my parents grave. I don't go often, but wasn't sure when I'd be near there again, so Donna and I took a trip over and reminisced about mom and dad. My dad passed away at 57 with cancer and knew he didn't have much time, so planned his own burial place. The cemetery was across the street where we lived, and my dad chose this spot because it was shady and he said when mom came to visit his grave he wanted to her have some shade. How thoughtful. That was 1968 and the tree is much bigger now, and a lot more shade. Our sweet mother passed away in 1991 at 79 also with cancer and is buri...