This is a memorial post for my Mom’s friend Bobby Kelley from Bellaire, Ohio who died in Vietnam on July 22, 1970.
I write this post after a long discussion with my mother about graveyards and how everyone had life experiences, loved and were loved, but how everyone will be forgotten after just a few generations. Nobody wants to be forgotten, including me. So I keep this journal and at times do memorial posts for my friends and family. This is the first time I’m doing one for someone I never met.
This is a memorial post for my Uncle Steven who I never had the chance to meet. He was born on November 29th, 1950 and died on December 23rd, 1950 due to broncho pneumonia. He was only 24 days old.
I want to ensure he is never forgotten and an internet post will ensure this. His death was something that was never discussed in the family and I only recently learned that my mom had a twin – Steven. He has been on my mind and I recently was able to confirm his burial site. Visiting it gave me a peaceful feeling and I hope that I’m able to meet him in whatever comes after I die.
I wonder what it must have been like to leave a small village for an unknown land far away knowing that he most likely would never return to Grochowalsk; knowing that he would never see his relatives, friends, almost everyone he knew ever again must have been very sorrowful.
Mr. and Mrs. F.J. Curtin
1946 Concord Rd.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Here it is Christmas Eve and I could think of a few places I’d rather be tonight than where I am but there will be wars eh!
The other day I received a whole bunch of letters and I really was glad to get them. I received all those clippings you sent me. I guess the boys really showed the rest of the country what a good team we had huh!
I’m writing this letter just for you Mom. You know, as I sit here I keep trying to think of the words to tell you how grateful I am to God for giving me the most wonderful mother in the world and no matter how much I think of it I know I could never hope to put in words, the love in my heart for my Mom. It’s a feeling that will be with me whenever I am, Mom, and as long as I live. I only hope that whatever I do I can say that you’re proud of me and if that’s the case then I don’t care what anyone else says. Honestly, Mom, you can’t imagine how much your encouragement helped me out this past month. No matter how long I live Mom I’ll take the advice from you as the best authority in the world. I ask God every night to look after my Mom and next Sunday I’ll be right at Mass receiving communion just for you.