I had a very interesting visit to a cemetery yesterday. The kind of thing that gives you the chills! We went to Jefferson Cemetery yesterday to visit my father-in-law's grave for Father's Day. We go to this cemetery often to visit my husband's family. His father, grandparents, and great grandparents are buried there. We knew of no other family buried in this cemetery.
It was a hot, muggy day so we sat down next to the graves of my husband"s family. We were discussing how cool and windy it was in this spot for such a hot day. I also commented on a few graves that were about 75 feet from us because they had balloons attached to the markers. I said we should bring balloons next time we come. My daughter thought maybe it was windy because this spot had a lot of ghosts flying around and she hoped they were not mad at us (hmmm...wonder who she takes after!).
All of sudden my husband noticed that the balloons from one of the distant graves had blown off the marker. He yelled for us to run after them so we could put them back. My daughter took off running and I was amazed she actually caught them. My husband stayed seated while I went with my daughter to re-attach the balloons. He pointed to the correct marker, saying he was certain they came from that specific one. I bent over trying to attach them to the vase when I glanced down at the name on the marker. I literally froze! It was my husband's last name! I read the whole marker and was dumbfounded. It was his great Uncle Bill and Aunt Ada! We had no idea they were in this cemetery. I called for him to come over and he went pale even through his sunburn. He has very fond memories of his Uncle Bill and speaks of him often, but had no idea where he was buried. He called his sister and mother, neither knew they were buried here, let alone so close to his father. As we stood there my daughter made the observation that the wind had stopped!
We go to his father's grave on a regular basis and many times have walked around the area of Uncle Bill's grave and never saw it. I guess Uncle Bill was tired of us always coming but never stopping by his grave. We certainly will do so from now on. Who put the balloons on his grave? Well one said "Dad" and when hubby talked to his mother she said that Uncle Bill's daughter was still alive (close to age 90), so we assume it was her.
Well we left these graves and headed over to a different section where my husband's grandparents and some other Aunts and Uncles are located. His Uncle Johnny died last year and we wanted to visit his grave. We could not find it. We wandered all over the hillside and were tied and hot. I said that in light of what had happened with Uncle Bill's grave, if Uncle Johnny wanted us to visit he would point out his marker. So we gave up and started down the hill. Well my husband took a few steps and guess what? Yep, there was Uncle Johnny!