We live across the street from a cemetery. And, over the years, I can say one thing; no one visits the graves of anyone who has been dead for more than 50 years. Oh, the veterans groups may come in and put a flag on the grave of their fallen comrades, but, after 50 years, no one remembers them.

My mother, bless her heart, used to spend days looking for the graves of great “what evers”. More often than not, she couldn’t find the cemetery. And if she did, she couldn’t find the grave. And she did all of this just so she could plant a geranium on the grave site.

I always wondered if she did this just to make amends for how poorly she treated the rest of her family?

Well, we do not remember the names of great aunt and uncle….. And, we certainly don’t know where they are buried. And so, while my mothers efforts were valiant, ultimately, no one remembers . Sorry.