More Mourning

Last Saturday would have been my parents' 50th wedding anniversary (September 29, 1957).

Generally these milestones involve family, friends, food, and fun to celebrate the occasion. Instead, Mom was at the cemetery putting flowers on Dad’s grave accompanied by only one daughter, a son-in-law and the youngest granddaughter.

We also brought flowers for Grpa and Grma Soflin's gravesite. The flower arrangements were in very pretty fall colors, and we included a ribbon on Dad's that read, "50th Anniversary."

We left the cemetery and did the food part anyway - we went to Culver's. I hadn't eaten supper yet since I'd worked all day and we had to rush to the cemetery to get there before it closed at dusk. As it was, we were the last ones to leave and the guard had to escort us out. He probably hates to see a white van because we're only able to get there close to closing time and he always has to usher us out.

After eating our frozen custard Cassie and Grandma colored. But it was getting late so I dropped Mark and Cassie at the house so she could get her bath and get to bed while I took Mom home. We always have a nice time together, but, two years ago, this was not the way we'd anticipated spending this day.