Rhoda died 18 months ago...Christmastime 2006.
I'm not sure what the situation is. Her family did pretty well financially, though they didn't have money out the wazoo. And I only know a little of what happened in the last year of her life: a mini-stroke, a leg amputation and the death of her dad three weeks before her own...he's buried in a Vets' Cemetery about 10 miles away from her.
I am almost certain that no malicious intent is involved. But it just killed me to see the grave in that state. If you put someone in the ground like that, they deserve to be noted. To see her grave like that made it seem like she was alone and forgotten. I believe that she's in Heaven, but her physical remains are still here on Earth...and they deserve to be respected.
The situation ate at me until about mid-afternoon...then I decided to go back out there.
I went over to a Wal-Mart near the cemetery and bought some fake Black-Eyed Susans and a vase. She liked the flowers because they reminded her of home...they're the state flower of Maryland. I then attached a few small momentos that I brought with me from St. Louis.
Before:
After:
That's better.