A few years ago around the time my father (the original hoarder) became ill with rectal cancer, the parents came up with this grand idea to buy a second
It used to be fun to go there for Memorial weekend, when my grandparents were alive and would take us. When my great aunts and uncles were still alive. Before the second
My meedle leedle seester, goes there every Memorial weekend. She likes to hang out with the second, third and beyond cousins of whom there are very few left. She likes, as do I, to walk amongst the grave stones to remember the ones we knew and the ones in the family stories. She likes to go to put flares on dad's grave and talk to him. I would like to do that too, but not with the mother around.
"Dinner for tomorrow is cooking. Will try to make a couple chocolate pies tonight. Gas in Virginia was $3.29 a gal. Will leave the kitchen door unlocked."
NOTE: I started this entry some time ago and don't remember where I was going with it. My HM is now dead and she will get the flares on Decoration Day.