Even through I posted this kinda late, but about two weeks ago I took my bike and hopped on the NJ transit train to the elizbeth station to visit my mother for the annverity of her death on oct 23. I also paided a visit to my Grandmother who's at the same cemetery (but different plot). A long while ago when I used to work in NJ I used to drive by the Rosehill Cemetery on route 1-9 on the way to the I-78, and I vowed to one day visit my mother and Grandma. So When October came around I decided that now was as a good time as any because I don't know if I'll still be living in NY next year and this could be my last time to visit.

Gettting to the Rosehill Cemetery in a way that didn't involve a car wasn't as bad as I thought. The train ride from penn station in new york took less than an hour, and the bike ride from the station was less than 15 mintues. Crossing that 1-9 was a bit hazardous though.

Before I went to Rosehill I brought a bunch of 12 yellow flowers,  6 for my mother and 6 for grandma. As I rode my bike in the Cemetery, I could see there was a burial in progress involving a latino family. Everyone was standing around there looking sad, and then all of a sudden everybody starting arguing in spanish. From my very limited Espanol, I think they were arguing over the death certifacate. One of the females had to be seprated from the rest of the group over comed with greif. I pasted them by on my bike quickly. But I understood what they were going through. There was a lot of drama involved when my Grandma died and I found out that tragic events can bring out the true nature in some people. Sometimes good and sometimes bad (but in this case it was bad).

So anyway, I spoke to my Grandma for a while and then put 6 flowers on her grave. Then I rode my bike on the path to where my mother was at. She was kinda of hard to find. After awhile one of the attendants drove up to me in one of those mini-tractors (probley after seeing me ride around in circles on my bike looking totally lost). He asked me what grave I was looking for and I show him the map I got from the main office. Then the attendant showed me where my mother was. Then I felt a little  stupid because she was pratically right in front of me.

So I thanked the man and he drove on. My mother is actually on top of my great aunt Geneva,  Who's name is on tombstone. One day I'll talk to aunt "kitty" about getting my mother's name on the stone too.  The Stone is granite with a cross and roses carved on it.

I talked to my mother for a long time because I haven't visit her since she died in 1985 and I was 7 or 8 at the time she died. Then I put 6 flowers on her grave too.

After that I went home. I was happy because now that I know how easy it is to visit my Grandma and my mother, I'll try to visit more often before I leave new york for good.

Well on this rainy day I had my first quiz in EMT-B class. I think I did pretty good. Out of a total of 40 questions, there was only 5 that I stumbled on. But I think I passed. But I won't find out til monday....

"Follow the Butterflies..."

Tigoness