On Thursday the 29th of December I drove to Sun City to meet award winning, best selling author Julie Moffett. It’s a long ride and since I had to use the 101 I figured this would be a great time for me to stop by the Holy Cross Catholic Cemetery located just off Thomas and 99th Avenue. That’s where my in-laws chose to spend their afterlife. I don’t visit enough, in my opinion. But I’m Italian and we have this strange relationship with our dead. My first stop was the peaceful spot where my in-laws are. It gives me great comfort and a sense of peace just visiting there. Then a quick stroll through the most colorful section, the one with ornate tombstones and this time of the year lots of Christmas themed floral arrangements. Last I strolled over to the lagoon to take a few pictures of the swans. The swans were the deciding factor in my in-laws selection of the Holy Cross. I usually post the pics on my Facebook page for all the relatives to see. But I found only one swan, the female. It was the saddest image of such wonderful creature I had ever seen. She sat, among fallen feathers, her beak covered by some yellowish substance and every time she bent her neck, drops fell from her beak as she was crying. It broke my heart. I could feel her sorrow. When summoned, one of the nearby workers told me about the death of Abraham, her mate, and insisted nothing was wrong with the swan, she was molting. Maybe, maybe not. I did drive to the main office and asked for someone to go check on her. I tried to call back today but still no answers and my research on the subject of molting wasn’t very enlightening. So if you read this and you are knowledgeable on the subject, can you please post? The swan may be mute, but we have a voice. Mille Grazie.