Yesterday Sydney and I stopped by to check if Mother’s monument had been erected yet, since it had been promised by Memorial Day. It was there. Dogs aren’t allowed in the cemetery, but Sydney stayed in the car. The cemetery is one that is not laid out in straight rows with a couple of perimeter roads; it looks as  much a park with winding lanes as a cemetery. And with the tall trees, maybe even more so. Grandpa and Mother’s graves are right by one of those lanes, the stones facing it, so Sydney can visit without even getting out of the car.

Sydney will go with me when we take the flowers for the first time this year; Mother would like that.