Thwarted

Today we drove to the country to the cemetery because my Mom's headstone was put in two weeks ago and it was the first chance we've had to go.

The plan was to leave about 10:00, spend as much time as we needed at her headstone and then wander around the rest of the cemetery - every one buried there is related to me in one way or the other.

It didn't work out that way. I was driving down the road and one of the rear tires went flat. A rock went straight through the radial and instantly flattened it. We pulled over and after the normal cursing and inspecting got out the spare and put it on. We turned around and drove literally ten feet when something felt strange. We stopped, looked and the spare had come off the rim.

If you know me, you know I freaked at this. Did I mention we were in the country? It's Sunday? My cell didn't work and we were literally the only people on this road.

We ended up walking about 2 1/2 miles to the caretaker of the cemetery's house. He's a cousin of my dad's and after I explained who I was, he and his wife were very friendly and offered to help us get in contact with my uncle and aunt who live about 5 miles away.

My uncle came to pick us up and we then started calling places. The closest place that had a tire and was open was over an hour away, so they loaned us one of their cars and Mike and I went to get it replaced.

It was dark by the time we got back to the Cherokee to put the tire back on. We then had to go get Allie, who had stayed with my family, and return their car and then drive the 2 hour trip back home.

I have been dreading this day for so long. Seeing the tombstone means I have to finally come to grips that she's not coming back. Now I have to make the trip again. I don't wanna.