God is great and answers prayers. Wednesday I awoke to a rainy day, which caused undo headaches getting from Vernon, NJ to St. John's Cemetery in Queens, but evidently kept my sister at home. No show, even after we waited about 20 minutes for another family member to arrive. No phone call, either. I admit, I was relieved that Cassie did not attend, as were my brother and cousins.
So, a lovely service in the Chapel of the Blessed Mother and we took advantage of a break in the rain to visit the grave where Mom will rest. That was a funny scene - family members spread out (St. John's is very well populated), all calling to one another within a section - "It's closer to the fence!" "Wait, I remember this bush!" "Wasn't there a big tree nearby?" "This tree?" "No, bigger!" "Aren't they buried near some Eye-talians?"
Finally, I heard my brother chime out in a sing-song voice, "I foooounnnnddddd them!" We got a chance to visit the plot that my great-grandparents, Stanislaw and Apolonia Witowski, established. Later on, at a commemorative lunch, I glanced around the table at family profiles and realized I lucked out inheriting my father's Irish snub nose, as the schnozzes were prominent. And the warmth was welcoming, as we raised a toast to my mother and to the family - na zdrowie!!
And speaking of family, I am back home again. I feel I did the right thing and Mom is happy with my decision. As for my sister, she will live with hers, as we all must do once those are made.
And now - it's time to get ready for Christmas . . .