Tony posted this poem a couple of days before he died.
It was read at his funeral by his cousin. He served in
nine countries while he was a Marine, but he had a deep
desire to die at home. I suspect all military people do.


On nights like tonight, when I miss him with a weariness
of memories so beautiful you would have had to know him
to understand, I come here and read the way he wrote for
you, his freinds, and enjoy the joy I read in his words to you.

Sylvia, so proud to be his mother.