What about a story about when you and your sister had a fight about you not buying a flower arrangement for your mothers grave. You decide to go visit by yourself but can’t remember where the plot is. In your defence, they haven’t set down the gravestone yet.
Swallow pride and call sister. No answer. Tough. Call the funeral home. They have no idea who you are talking about. Wrong home. Call the right one. They say “come on in,” which quickly changes to “I’ll just email a map.” Covid life.
You find the plot. 905. Say two things: I love you. I’m sorry. Someone else lost has been watching you the whole time. Asks for your help finding their cousin’s grave. You spend way more time helping this person find their grave than you did looking for your mom’s and talking to it. Worse, in the end you feel too tired to go back and pick up where you left off with your mom, so you just leave, a bit upset that this person asked for your help and then showed no appreciation afterwards… yet also still somehow happy to have helped.
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