This boulder from Arizona marks the resting place of Erma Bombeck in Woodland Cemetery and Arboretum in Dayton, Ohio. Tonight, I’ll go to the Christmas Eve service with my mother, and when I think of Erma Bombeck, I think of Mom.
My mother read and laughed at Bombeck’s witty columns and books for as long as I can remember. Bombeck wrote about being a wife and mother with a good dose of humor, and I think my mother must have seen some of her own experiences reflected in those words. Bombeck loved her family, but she also voiced all the annoyances and difficulties while laughing at them and herself.
A Grave Concern 