urbanblitz

Today is some holiday where you go to the cementary to pay respects to your relatives who have passed. My mom and me went to visit my father’s grave. First off, it was the commute from hell in Brooklyn. Not only were trains not running locally to Manhattan, but you also had to transfer for a shuttle at another station for a connecting train to Manhattan. All I can say is bah!

My mom was having a bit trouble walking up the hill towards the cementary. And had asked to me run ahead to put flowers on my father’s grave. Basically she would meet me at the mansoleum. So I ran ahead and put the flowers on my father’s grave. When I walked out, I didn’t see my mother. So I looked down the hill to see if she was still on her way. There was still no sign of her. So I ran down the hill and back the cementary. But my mom was still missing. So I asked the security guard if she saw a little old lady under 5 feet in a navy blue jacket. And she said no. So I started to get a bit worried and started back tracking again. Eventually, I found my mother. All I can say to her was do you know worried sick you had me. What role reversal. And that security guard really needs to have her eyes checked.