Closure

This is the 3rd in a series writings that concern my father’s death. The first two were centered on the calling hours and the internment. This one provides closure to me and hopefully my mother.


If you had read the previous postings, you will note that we had interned my dad next to his father in the Marathon, NY city cemetery. There we discovered that Marvin’s father Henry had no headstone. Since my dad would never enter a cemetery, Henry had been there since 1964, well over 40 years, without a marker. Well, we fixed that. And just to be sure, during my last trip to NY this last May, we paid a visit to that cemetery.


So for a small investment in marble, I now feel we’ve closed the chapter on Henry, and know for sure my sons won’t have to play catch-up for Marvin.