Wife and I met the guys who were supposed to set our headstone at the cemetery.
We had bought the plot along the road and beside a tree several years ago.
At least that was what we thought.
When the guys arrived with the stone we told them where we thought we were supposed to be and they told us that if that was right that the cement base hadn’t been poured yet.
So they called the guys who manage the cemetery and we were told that we were five rows back and 30 yards to the side amongst a bunch of other new markers.
The wife didn’t like that and insisted that we were in the plot that we were shown when we bought it.
The cemetery people took us to an office and showed us a map of where everyone’s plots are located.
Looks like someone had bought 6 or 8 plots all together where we thought ours was.
That’s when I understood why we had been moved.
I don’t mind being moved as long as it’s for a good cause such as keeping some family all together in one place.
But they should have told us that before we drove 40 miles to the cemetery and had the memorial people on the way.
We finally consented to the plot that they had moved us to.
By that time the guys with our headstone had left.
Not much we can do about it anyway and after all - it won’t matter that much after we’re gone.
So we spent a half of a very warm and humid day at the cemetery.
It was so warm and humid out I told the wife that I felt like I was already spending eternity at the cemetery.
We had bought the plot along the road and beside a tree several years ago.
At least that was what we thought.
When the guys arrived with the stone we told them where we thought we were supposed to be and they told us that if that was right that the cement base hadn’t been poured yet.
So they called the guys who manage the cemetery and we were told that we were five rows back and 30 yards to the side amongst a bunch of other new markers.
The wife didn’t like that and insisted that we were in the plot that we were shown when we bought it.
The cemetery people took us to an office and showed us a map of where everyone’s plots are located.
Looks like someone had bought 6 or 8 plots all together where we thought ours was.
That’s when I understood why we had been moved.
I don’t mind being moved as long as it’s for a good cause such as keeping some family all together in one place.
But they should have told us that before we drove 40 miles to the cemetery and had the memorial people on the way.
We finally consented to the plot that they had moved us to.
By that time the guys with our headstone had left.
Not much we can do about it anyway and after all - it won’t matter that much after we’re gone.
So we spent a half of a very warm and humid day at the cemetery.
It was so warm and humid out I told the wife that I felt like I was already spending eternity at the cemetery.