I took my Mom to a local Costco the other day that is located across the street from a cemetery. I am not sure who manages the cemetery but much of the grass is brown and dying. Mom is always a good one for observation and the accompanying editorial comments and this day was no exception.

As we parked the car facing the street that looks across to the cemetery, Mom pointed to the wide expanse of lawn and said “Someone should be taking better care of that grass over there. It looks like it is all dying!” I agreed and commented “Yes, you would think they would want to do a better job, considering it is a cemetery and people go their to visit their loved ones.”

Mom changed her tone upon hearing my concern and said “Oh that is a cemetery? I didn’t know that, now it makes sense.” I looked over at her with a smile, almost afraid to hear her answer, and asked “And why is that?” Mom answered me as if it were the most natural conclusion you could make, ” Well because the grass know’s it is the end and so they are just saying goodbye!” Now how could I have missed that one?!