My brother rang from Rotterdam and said he had to ask me a serious question. I sat down and wondered what was up. He told me that the grave my father is buried in has "expired" and asked if I agreed for the bones to be dug up and buried in a mass grave. My father shares his family grave with his parents and his sister, Theadora (Aunt Dora to us, she was so scary !).
Now I was never very close to my father, and knew none of my grandparents, but it made me feel quite sad that I live so far away and do not get a chance to visit my parents' grave. Of course we agreed it was the best thing to do and it was nice of my brother to get my agreement
Fortunately we arranged a "forever" grave for my mother, who is buried in a lovely spot near the beach and close to her youngest sister. Whenever I go to Holland I go to see her and fortunately my brothers and I will not be faced with a similar decision at all, ever.
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