One Room Condo

Years ago, my dad phoned one evening to announce that they had purchased a one-room condo. I asked, “Where?”

“Lodi,” he replied

“Lodi?” I asked again because none of this made any sense.

“It is really nice. Just the right size.”

I asked, “One bedroom?”

“No, one room,” came the reply.

After a very confusing conversation, I began to put two and two together. It turns out that they had been out for a ride and came across a beautiful cemetery. They purchased a mausoleum spot for the two of them to be buried head to head. One very small room. Their one room condo.

They supervised the construction and went to visit it often. He loved the thought that theirs was next to a fountain where we could sit and just visit with them. It was completed maybe a year before he died.

We had hoped to visit him on our way to mom’s house after Christmas but we didn’t have to drive her home this year. We all miss him so much especially this time of year. He so loved Christmas.

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