As if losing two parents (my Dad died six months after Mom) isn't enough, I've been asked to get involved with a cemetery issue regarding the family plot. Long story, but I'm finding myself in the delicate position of having to call people to find out who's telling the truth and who not - but worse still - I was supposed to have a place there where Mama is buried. In trying to get specific names on an affidavit, I'm hearing it's "first-come, first-serve", no matter what the "family agreement" was, and most relatives are much older than I. In other words, there's a likelihood there won't be space for me - as Mama had wanted, expected and been entitled to. She'd be livid right now. Today's a bad day. I'll be alone somewhere - when my time comes and partly because one relative got in there when they shouldn't have. I'm tired of helping everybody - making mistakes or thinking I did even with my parents' passing and now this. It's the ultimate.
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