The Cemetary Lost My Grandpa

Today was a pretty good day . . . until I came home to find out that the cemetery LOST MY FREAKING GRANDPA.

Yes, that's right, the cemetery lost my Grandfather who has been dead and buried for over 10 years.

We found out because my Grandma, whose funeral is this Saturday, was cremated and  wanted her ashes buried with her husband. The cemetery said this was fine and today, apparently, went to probe his grave and found it empty. It's the kind of grave with two spaces and one headstone so naturally, they probed the other space. Nothing. So they did the one to the right. And the one to the left. Nada.

Then they went back to look at the records and discovered that the headstone had been put in after the actual burial . . . but in the wrong spot. Yes, those are the two plots we bought and paid for, but neither of them is where my Grandpa is buried.

The cemetery freaking lost my Grandpa! And, the real kicker is that we were told it's "not uncommon". What?? Excuse me?  Misplacing caskets and bodies is common?! Did I hear that right? Because I'd rather I heard it wrong.

I'm not sure what we're going to do or even what the options are. I kind of think Grandma is going to end up in my mom's garden. That's probably where she would want to be anyway, down in the dirt helping all the flowers and berries and veggies grow to nourish her family.

On the positive side, this has brought up some interesting discussions and I now know that both my parents want to be cremated and sprinkled somewhere. So does my sister, so do I and with any luck that's enough to keep me from ever hearing the phrase "we lost the body" again. And that is today's good thing.