I’d always wanted to move my dad to another cemetary because the one he is in is in a bad part of town and is frequently vandalized. When Shane died, there was no room near his grave to put Shane, and this is a bad place anyway. So we put Shane in a new cemetary and bought a plot next to it for Dad to be moved there.
One of my brother’s (Punkin) had a fit when he found out we were moving Dad. We told him about the vandalism. Then we tried to tell him we didn’t want Shane all alone in his new place and since he was not married when he died, it was likely he’d always be buried alone.
Still, Punkin wouldn’t have it. He threw a fit. Made threats. All this time it kept raining, so the ground was too wet to move the grave. In the meantime, Candace dies and there is no longer the problem of Shane being buried alone. We cancel the move for my dad. Problem solved.
Well, someone called yesterday and said they finally moved Dad’s grave.
So I kept trying to call my Mom all day to make sure she didn’t go out to dad’s old cemetary and find him missing. I finally reached her and told her Dad took a ride today.
So now the three of them are together and this is on a piece of land my dad always loved, out in the country. I like it that they are all buried together. And I like it that my dad took a ride today. Wish I could have been there.