Sunday afternoon...

Sunday afternoon my eldest cousin called me.  He was named after my dad, and has always been the absolute best about keeping in touch.

So he says, two of my siblings (family of 11 kids) want to know why your mother was buried in a little town in Nebraska and not with your dad.  I told him she wasn't.  (Well, she was buried in a little town in Nebraska [still is], but not the one he named.  And she is lying next to my dad.)  He said, "I texted them your number, and said call this number to find out.  But I'd be surprised if they call."  (I'm not even sure he told them whose number he sent them.  LOL)

I told him, "Well if you give me their numbers, I can go one better and preemptively text them a photo of the headstone with both names on it."  He thought that was a great idea, and was tickled that they would receive it out of the blue.

This is where the story gets interesting.  I texted both of his siblings.  My youngest cousin (baby of the 11 kids, and maybe a whole 6 months younger than me) texted back thanks, and we talked a little about our boys (now men).  Then he texts me, "Well, explain this to me," accompanied by a photo of a funeral card with my mother's name on it...almost.  I told him the birth and death dates were not mom's nor was the middle initial.  

He said, "Well, I'll be darned.  I don't know why we have this funeral card.  I guess it's a mystery that will never be solved."  Maybe I should add here that the card was dated 1985, and they had apparently been holding on to it all these years later.

I had to laugh, because my mother would have.  I told him that Mom would have gotten a kick out of his confusion, because she loved to trick people...maybe she still does?  :)

He replied, "Yes, she would."  I could almost see his smile.

It was just a nice little connection with family that hasn't seen or talked with each other for too long, and it reminded us all of our connection, and our parents.

And some unknown lady with a familiar name.  :)