Mom's burial day

Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane
Put these padded edges in my brain
Connect and reconnect them two by two
Make it easier for when I'm missing you


It's late. 
By late, I probably mean really early in the morning, but the sun hasn't risen so I guess it's still classified as night, and therefore late. 
I wanted to write about today, which happened to be the day Mom was buried. 

The day started off at 10:30 AM, when both me and S were picked up by my aunt to drive to the camp with my sister to dump ashes there. We decided that placing ashes by the beach that she cleared up and cleaned was appropriate, and her fire pit - because everyone knows Mom loved her fires. 

After that, we drove to Bonfield - to the cemetary where my grandfather and my uncle are buried. We get there, followed by my grandmother and my uncle, only to realize that they've dug at the wrong spot. The pastor did everything he could to fix the issue, and told us that it would be fixed today. We all decided it would be best to go and grab some lunch while we wait. We decided to go to Greco's on Algonquin. Deluxe pizza and quesadillas to share. TF got to feed the baby, and hold him and spend as much time as she possibly could with him. I'm really glad. She seems to really enjoy him and that makes me happy. She says S looks a lot like my father. I guess my genes really dominated his facial features. =P 

Anyway, after lunch we get a call saying that the plot is ready now, so we go back on the road and back to the cemetary. Did I mention that the pastor kept apologizing profusely, saying that this type of mix-up has never happened before... but I just thought that it was perfect. It just reminded me that there was never a dull moment with Mom and that everyday never really went as planned, but it was always better that way. Who wants a perfectly predictable life anyway? 

So, we get there once more, T lowers her box into the ground, we all stand there and then throw some dirt. Then, there's some goodbyes, and we all pack into the car and drive back into town and then drop me off. That's about it. 

That is the short and sweet version about what happened today. Tomorrow TF wants me and S and T to go back to the cemetery to fix up the tree that's seemingly diseased and not quite as alive as it was before. I didn't really see anything wrong with it, to be honest. But, she said that she'd rather go to Laporte's then go back to the plot and dig out the tree, and I believe replace it with another one. I don't mind - gets me out of the house and away from unnecessary drama. 

After fixing the tree, she suggested we go to Dairy Queen, to celebrate our efforts. Then, I must go home again to pack and prepare to go and spend a couple of days at the hospital so S can be monitored. 

Not sure if this was mentioned, but he's not gaining much weight. He's never lost any weight, just not gaining as much as they would like him to gain. So, they are going to monitor his food consumption, his pees and poos, etc. They also want to do a chromosomal blood test. And, a heart, kidney and digestive tract ultrasound just to see if there's anything wrong all in there.