Flowers on the Graves

That's what my husband and I did this weekend - put flowers on the graves. This is something my mother did faithfully. Every Memorial Day she went out and bought red geraniums, only red. Back then it was just a few graves, mainly her parents and a couple siblings. The rest of the graves were handled by other family members. The important thing was to get everyone covered on this day. Back when my husband and I first got married I still let her do it as I wasn't living in the area anyway. My husband's parents left it up to a relative in DuBois so I figured that was taken care of too. Now that both sets of parents and aunts are gone, the duty falls on me, or so I've taken it on. Every year it seems to be more and not just because of people dying but we're realizing that there are others that no one is putting flowers on their graves. The other day we put flowers on the Rices and then started looking for some Markievichs. We gave up after a while and will ask other family members where exactly the graves are. Tomorrow we'll do my side of the family plus a visit with my last surviving aunt and then hit the hot dog shops. Sounds crazy, I know, but this is when we buy our sauce to get us through the grilling season. This year my daughter asked us to bring her back some. She says no one in Cleveland has ever had a Greek dog so she's going to save the city. So that's how my weekend is working out to be and as long as I'm able I'll keep doing it. I think my mom would be proud!