My aunt is home from the hospital and things are okay...she had surgery while she was in there, and lots of tests, and still no clear answers. But she is feeling better, and so we're thankful, and still praying.
We're going down to my mom's (and grandma's and aunt's) hometown down in the mountains of eastern Kentucky this weekend. For Decoration. Or, to the kids, for the vacation where the whole family hangs out by the pool for a few days, except on Sunday when we go to the family cemetery in the holler and decorate great-grandparent's and great-great-grandparent's and countless aunts', uncles', and cousins' graves.
The new twist to this story in the past couple of years is that both my aunt (the one who just got out of the hospital) and my mom have put up their tombstones already there, next to my great-grandparents. My mom and my aunt are still alive, but we can stand now over their gravesite.
I understand, them wanting to get this taken care of so we don't have to when the time comes. But it was such a shock the first year, walking up that hill to Ma and Pa's graves and coming across my mother's. I cried. That time will come soon enough without a reminder, you know? But I'm thankful my mother was there to comfort me, just like she always has been.