Today was a nice Saturday morning. The day of our Fall – Smithwick Cemetery Meeting.

As our meeting was concluding I was told of a headstone that had probably been moved accidentally while an adjacent grave was being dug. I reported that the grave digger was due there on Monday to open a grave and I would contact him and ask for his assistance in putting the upright piece back in the center of the base slab.

Just to be sure that I knew the exact location and conditions, I stopped back by the cemetery. I found the headstone in question and took a couple of photos, that I could seen the grave digger.

After taking the photos, I reached down and touched the stone. It was teetering such that it started to tip-over. I carefully backed away, leaving it balancing precariously. Being afraid to go way without at least making it somewhat more stable, I set with my bottom on the gravel placing my feet against the headstone, figuring that was my best bet to slightly move it over.

As soon as I applied the least bit of pressure with both feet, it came tumbling over, striking my left shin and trapped my right foot underneath it. I hollered out in pain. I had seen two ladies that were strolling the cemetery after the meeting.

They both came running. There was no way that we could budge it. Since there was gravel beneath me, a kept scooting my foot until I was able to get it out of my shoe.

Then we noticed I was sitting in a bed of red ants. That caused me to get right up and start moving around, declaring I was fine.

As I moved toward my truck the queasiness began to set in. My head was spinning but I eventually got seated with the air conditioning blowing in my face. In a few moments, I was feeling well enough to head on home.

My smashed foot, a bit tender began to get feel more normal after a bit.

I contacted the grave digger and he is going to get everything put back together on Monday.

What I realize now, there was a glass flower pot sitting in front, that I had started to move but then didn’t. As seen in photo #3, that flower pot is holding the weight of the stone up a few inches. If not for that I probably wouldn’t have been able to extract my foot from the shoe, making this all a much worse situation.