Family Memorial July 26, 2011

My family had a memorial for my parents, who both died last year. It was held at my grandma's house in Orange, MA. How strange to be there without them. They had both been cremated, so the day after the memorial, we went to the cemetary for the burial. Got there, no hole. How could the cemetary people forget something like that? Actually, I think my dad would have found it pretty funny. So while we are waiting for a time when my siblings and I can reschedule the burial, my parents are biding their time on the mantel. They look pretty swell in the boxes I made, with the male and female cardinals facing each other. I imagine them being happy together.