My uncle passed at ninety-six – a Marine who came home from the Pacific in 1945 and never spoke one word about the war, not at a single Thanksgiving in my lifetime – and clearing out his house outside Huntsville, Alabama, fell to me.
My uncle passed away at ninety-six.The funeral was exactly what he would have wanted—short, simple, and without fuss. The pastor spoke about his faith, the honor guard folded the flag …
My uncle passed at ninety-six – a Marine who came home from the Pacific in 1945 and never spoke one word about the war, not at a single Thanksgiving in my lifetime – and clearing out his house outside Huntsville, Alabama, fell to me. Read More