|Birth: ||May 18, 1949|
|Death: ||Feb. 6, 1968|
Tam Kỳ, Vietnam
09 Aug 2007
It's not even necessary for me to close my eyes to be able to picture Randy in my mind. I see him sitting next to me in our shared math class ... he, a nice-looking young man; me, a kid. We struggled to comprehend the assignments, and we smiled at each other when we were successful. (That didn't happen often enough!)
His pencil, which the teacher pulled from his fingers to smack him over the head, broke. I knew it didn't hurt, physically; Randy was a tough ol' farm boy. But his pride was damaged that day, though his eyes said it was okay. It wasn't.
The following year I sat in that classroom without him, knowing he was on his way to Vietnam. I asked his sister about him on occasion ... and then suddenly she and his other siblings were not in school. And the local news said he'd died.
We experienced a horrible snowstorm during the time of his calling hours and funeral. I thought it only right that nature mourn with me, crying tears of ice from a frozen soul.
I think of Randy often. I search out his name on The Wall whenever it travels north. And this aging woman cries a little for the nice-looking young man.
Saint Marys Cemetery
New York, USA
Created by: Judy Green
Record added: Jan 03, 2010
Find A Grave Memorial# 46314253
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