Less than two weeks ago I wrote about searching for my birth mother’s grave. Today, I can report that the mystery of her final resting place has been solved but the mysteries, in general, continue.
My husband (bless his heart) was able to talk with two people associated with the church and cemetery and learned that my birth mother is, indeed, buried at the same site where my half-brother’s grave marker is.
Twenty-four years after she died and was buried in an unmarked grave, my brother died and his cremated remains were laid to rest in the same grave. A stone, with only his information on it, marks the location.
Am I the only one who finds the situation odd?
So, now I know for certain where my birth mother’s grave is but I’ll probably never know why her family–my brothers especially–chose not to lay a stone to mark her grave.
It bothers me that there was no acknowledgment of the life and death of this woman and I find myself wrestling with a decision: should I purchase a marker and have it laid in her memory?
It’s ironic that the forgotten daughter is considering doing something to ensure that her birth mother’s memory is honored, isn’t it?
On another note I have been blessed this week to connect with more members of my birth family thanks, in part, to the magic of Facebook! More to come on that, suffice to say that I’m thrilled!