I bought cemetery plots today.
My mom and I woke up around 5:00 a.m. and left the house at 7:00 a.m. We drove to the town to which we’re moving next month. I was starving when we arrived so we stopped at Subway and picked me up a 6 inch tuna. Then we met with the man in charge of a cemetery that we had visited in 2012 when we were exploring options. We visited a lot of cemeteries that summer – it was a difficult, tiring and trying process – but I’m glad we did because it made the decision today very simple. We knew where we wanted to go.
The purchase of the plots was not a vote of no confidence in the upcoming cancer treatment. It was a rational response to my situation and has given me tremendous peace of mind. I now have a place to go that I chose if things don’t work out and my mother will know exactly what to do. Similarly, if my mother were to die, she now has a place to go. We both love the spot.
It was very important to me to choose the spot. It sits on a hillside overlooking a very pretty vista. I cried when I stood there, looking out, knowing this would be the place I would be for the remainder of time.
Burial in the U.S. is an expensive proposition. I wrote that check without hesitation. There are still other things to purchase through the funeral home but the plots were the most important. Everything else can wait for now.
We did a few other things to get ready for the move and returned home around 5:15 p.m. exhausted. A long but successful day.