This is my older brother. 43 years ago today he was buried. I was 19 years old and it was one the hardest times in my life. I can still remember like it was yesterday. I took my boyfriend home and when I returned to my house I saw two Navy men on the front porch with my Mom and Dad. Mom was in Dads arms crying, and Dad was crying too. Never had I seen either one of them cry. I knew something was wrong. It sure was, my brother, Jeff (21 years old) just two years out of high school had died. He joined the Navy and was a medic attached to the Marine Corps.
His death was accidental. He had guard duty one night. He and a buddy went off post about 10 miles to get something to eat. On the way back the driver (his buddy) fell asleep at the wheel. My brother was already asleep in the back seat. The car veered off the road over an embankment and crashed. It wasn’t a bloody crash though just the same, both young men lost their lives on August 22, 1975. They were pronounced dead at the scene. Cause of death drowning. It was not a gory death.The only saving grace for Mom, Dad, my other brother and I was that we could see Jeff one more time. And, he and his buddy never knew what happened….
I always looked up to my big brother. He was a popular kid…never gave up trying, no matter what he tried. His loss left a huge hole in my heart. I remember lots of things we did as kids….he never chased his little sister away. He allowed me to hang out with him. I found this poem that I look at this time of the year and reminds me of exactly what type of big brother “Jeff” was!! Love you and miss you.