The Boy Scouts, Cub Scouts and many other volunteers placed a flag at the headstone of each and every serviceman and servicewoman buried in the Long Island National Cemetery and many others across our country, on Saturday in honor of Memorial Day. One of those many headstone’s has my husband’s name on it. I remember as we drove into the cemetery, as though it were yesterday, every word said to me by my brother. He leaned closer to me in the car and in a very low voice said, as we were approaching the gates of the Long Island National Cemetery: "Carol, see all those guys in that huge smoke filled place, there are tables, chairs, stools........there’s music playing, all these guys are standing around, they’re all in uniforms, they’re smoking.........having a few brews.........talking, cracking jokes and laughing. Carol, do you see them?" I acknowledged that I did see them, now I could even see Greta Garbo with her foot up on one chair singing.... "see what the boys in the back room want." My brother said........"they just stopped and they’re all looking this way................................."Hey, here comes another one...................Hey, it’s Roy! Roy, pull up a chair, have a brew..........welcome!!!"
There was this sense of calm that filled me, comfort. My brother gave me the greatest gift that day. A memory that would stay with me forever, help me in some small way, as time went on and that I could pass onto my two children, a son 6 years and a daughter 7 months at the time of their father’s sudden death.