SEPTEMBER 27, 2020

September 27th, 2020 was strange; my spouse (we had been married two months) and I left to go pick up my two unsold paintings from the Art on the Divide Cooperative Gallery that is about an hours drive from my house. I left at 2:45pm… And arrived at the gallery at 3pm… Which should be impossible. We both checked the time, and our trip up the hill wasn’t hasty ether; we had even stopped at the gas station in Lotus and purchased peach rings So I’m in Georgetown where there is little to do, so I go to the cemetery to visit my in-laws and my best friend’s brother’s plots there. I used to visit the cemetery every Halloween with my childhood bestie for context- I should know where things are. I couldn’t find Joe and Marta’s headstones: I remember them being right next to the gate and being incredibly easy to find. I searched for that entire extra hour and never found them, even though they should have been right there, by the main path. Who we did find was my spouse’s great Aunt Alice’s headstone. That was cool because my wedding ring was made with diamonds from her wedding ring. Finding Alice was cool, but after a hot sweaty hour of wandering the cemetery, I felt cosmically messed with. So um… You know how we found Alice’s headstone? I found out that Alice (Webb)’s tombstone isn’t in the Georgetown cemetery. According to my mother-in-law, she is buried somewhere in Nevada….

Submitted by Bram M