Greetings once again to this community, where we are given the opportunity to share with everyone what we do on our weekends, Saturdays or Sundays, which can be any activity, indoors or outdoors.
This time it was last Saturday, November 1st, All Saints' Day, and the next day was All Souls' Day. These are days when you see a lot of people visiting different cemeteries or graveyards, which some people call Gardens of Remembrance.
Anyway, on Saturday I met up with my mom to visit my dad's grave. We wanted to visit my grandmothers' graves, but since their remains were moved from another cemetery to where my dad is buried, and since it was my aunt who did that, we don't know where they are. We should go with her to find out, because my grandmothers were also part of my life, it pains me greatly not to know where their remains rest.
I left my house early to meet my mom in a part of town, and then we would go to the cemetery together. My younger brother was also going, but he was going on his motorcycle.
My mother and I met up, a bus quickly passed by, and we left. The earlier the better, because that way the sun wasn't so strong.
When we arrived at the Metropolitan Cemetery, for the first time in a while, I didn't see it as ugly or neglected. It seemed like they were doing constant maintenance.
My dad is buried near a gazebo. From a distance, I saw that my brother had already arrived. We were in contact by cell phone. Since he went on his motorcycle, he was told to bring a jug of water just in case, to clean the tombstone and wet the ground a little, as well as a machete to clear the weeds.
But since he arrived first, there were people who do that kind of work. He asked one of them, and he cleaned it before we arrived. It wasn't that expensive. He brought me the gravestone with my father's name on it, which was almost invisible. I brought some paint to touch up the name. It wasn't gold, which is what they all have, so I painted it green. Later, when I buy the gold paint, I'll repaint it.
As I said, the sun was gentle, the sky was clear of clouds, but there was a strong breeze. After painting, we stayed a little longer. My mother and brother looked at other gravestones, perhaps searching for some acquaintances who had passed away.
Since we had to do some shopping later, we said goodbye to my father. It has been 20 years since he left this earth, but he is always in our hearts.
Photos taken with my Samsung Galaxy A16 cell phone.
Translation with the DeepL app.
