When we got to the cemetery, they were in the middle of placing a headstone in a different location. After several minutes a lady walked over to talk to us. She told us that they were placing her husbands headstone. In the process, she noticed that it had the Logan Temple on it. She told the workers that she didn't get married in the Logan Temple. She read the name on headstone and it had my dad's name on it. They were placing his headstone on the wrong grave. Right last name...wrong first name. Oops! Good thing we were all out there to keep them straight.
After several minutes they came to where my dad is buried, with the right headstone. My mom had agreed to play the piano at a funeral this morning, and was not able to stay while they placed dad's headstone (due to the time lost in the mix up). My 4 sisters and I stayed there to "oversee" that everything was done to our liking. Those 2 poor guys were being bossed around by 5 women that wanted things done PERFECTLY. They were good sports and put up with all of our bossing around.
They took the time to dig all around my brothers grave and reposition his headstone. Over the years it had managed to sink in the ground quite a bit and had a lot of grass growing up where it shouldn't be.
|Getting things ready for the headstone placement.|
|Some of the grand kids that were out there with us.|
|This is the front of the headstone. I took this picture before they had |
placed the two vases that will go on the sides.
|The back of the headstone.|
|We had them put this on the bridge.|