Good afternoon Ms. Torok,
I don’t always have success when searching our archives, but was able to locate your father’s obituary. It published Oct. 18, 1988 and I have attached a screen shot of the page. I hope this helps.
There’s more. Names I recognize and a few that I don’t. The name of the jump school where he died. The information about military services performed and by whom.
Every sentence, a snapshot of our lives at the time.
I didn’t think I would be able to get this information. I don’t know if you guys know this but, it is now the year 2015. Why in the world do they even keep this stuff?
Answer: People like me.
People who make the phone calls to ask the questions that may lead people to laugh at your foolishness. Turns out, no one laughed. Not the obituary staffer and not the funeral home representative.
They went to work. They did some research and now I have more answers that inspire even more questions. As a matter of fact, I have strong indications that a gentlemen may be searching a secondary location’s files to help me answer questions I never mentioned to him.
Curiosity. Gratitude. Progress.
Although I am a little disappointed that I won’t live up to the romantic image of visiting some library basement and sifting through microfiche to find clues about who my father was.
I am processing the information. I’m thinking about the leaves in October and the dirt road that led us from my grandmother’s house to the funeral home. I’m hearing the gun salute that shook my mother into tears and the flag folded in her lap. I am also wondering how many other clues will be so easily uncovered.
“Love, like Fortune, favours the bold.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
Dear love, favor me.
PS – New mantra: Your addiction of choice is boldness.