I once read that between truth and the search for truth, opt for the second. I believe that sometimes, no matter how hard we search to find the truth, in the end, sometimes it just doesn't matter.
In August of 2003, our mother at the age of 69 had developed a bladder infection. Having gone untreated for too long the infection spread throughout her entire body. The damage to her major organs was irreversible. She passed away on a Wednesday in the afternoon.
We wanted in death what our mother did not have in life...dignity. Mental illness had robbed our mother of that.
We chose the funeral home, based on our memory of the great care they had taken with our grandmother when she passed away. The care given to our mother however, would prove to be less than great. Many mistakes were made including someone else being buried in mom's grave.