Yesterday I had to ran the most weird errand. Last week my aunt came from the states for the second time in 35 years. She came to visit my mom and for my surprise, she also came with a agenda. She wants to move my great grandma’s remains from the central cemetery to a private and much nicer cemetery. Well, the weird thing was that before moving the remains my aunt had to go and identify the tomb before moving it on monday. Since the cemetery is not in a nice place I drove them there in my truck. The grave taker was expecting my aunt and asked her were the grave was. My aunt did not remeber the exact place and the care taker suggested we start combing the place and look for the grave one by one. After half and our my aunt found the grave. It was a weird feeling. The grave was in the middle of many others. The weather had really damaged the grave’s look and it looked abandoned. Well this is probably the last time I am going to see that grave. Weird, One sometimes wonder where one comes from.
