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A Note to Heaven this Memorial Day

A Note to Heaven this Memorial Day

 

 

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May 30, 2016

A Note to Heaven this Memorial Day 

Dear Gary ,

Your son misses you every day and reminds me more and more of you as the years go by Gary. I know you are watching over him and keeping him safe . The pain runs deep for him but he is comforted with his music and singing – just as you always were. You would be so proud of him Gary, as he approaches manhood.
His chuckle and his humor – just like yours . He is as true to himself as you tried to be – and does not deny the American Indian heritage you said you had to deny to be part of some groups .
It used to be hard for him to see anyone on a bike – now it gets easier . I remind him you are in his heart and will be there until you see each other again.
He remembers your visits like they were yesterday . He remembers your strong arms and the ride down Pensacola Beach on the back of your bike . He keeps your helmet and bag with patches and coins by his bed . He is still growing – a late spurt just like you had – and may just reach your height as he is 6ft already .

He wants to become a brain cancer physician / neurologist so no one else has to lose a parent that way . He begins work this summer at the University of Michigan under Dr.Max Wicha . Knowing him , and your angel wings over him – he probably will help find a cure .

Yesterday we found a new small tree to grow along his tree …the one we got when you died in 2012 did not make it through the winters. Ed picked out a sapling that changes colors each season …he thought it would please you . It reminds him of his Scottish and American Indian heritage through you – a heritage of many colors.

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Your son helps so many other vets in your honor and memory . He excels in all he does …just like you when you flew the A-10s in Desert Storm or trained your men and women at Fort Polk for war and to ensure they came home safe. Rest now Gary.
I remind him of your favorite phrase  “Anyhoo” to trigger a smile on tougher days.I remind him of the long letter you wrote him when he was 6 ,on days and months you could not be there . It is in a safe place but still to hard for him to read again. It is hard to forget you every time I look into our son’s face and smile , and those strong eyebrows.image

 

RIP Mad Dog . Rest easy now .We know you are probably enjoying a cigar ,with your guitar and finding a way to keep on riding …your fierce and passionate spirit will live on through our son who is simply amazing from this unbiased Mom’s perspective . He is a survivor and will continue to shine despite the hole in his heart.

 

In peace ,

Alessandra

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