We were in Vermont on Sunday to bury my older brother Vin; an event that amazingly coincided with the first visit to the cemetery by a woman named Sue who had been close friends with my younger brother Jon, who had died at the age of 20 in 1966. It was a short friendship, a month or so in person & a year or so of writing letters, but one, she said with tears streaming down her face, that had “changed her life.” Although I have no memory of writing to her about Jon’s death, she said I did and she still has my letter; she also has all of Jon’s letters.
When the service for Vin started, I motioned for Sue and Bill (her husband of eleven months) to join us. They stood slightly behind and off to the right of me in front of Jon’s grave. It was quite amazing–beautiful, Linda said–to experience her quietly mourning for Jon, 44 years later.
As you can see, it was a gorgeous New England day. The headstones from left to right are: Vin, Dad, Jon.