The Herald’s site also has a short interview with the war hero’s dad.
Is there a Bay State Medal of Honor? Or did the reporter mean that he was a Congressional Medal of Honor winner from the Bay State?
I heard this story on NPR when I was coming home from work & I cried like a baby as I listened.
While my dad was dying of leukemia my selfish brother decided the truck was his and my mom allowed him to take it. This has caused major problems in my family because my dad wanted his prized possession to go to my son. He made that decision two years ago and it was the only specific request he ever made about his stuff. It REALLY made my son feel special. I know my son and I have to let it go. My dad's truck is gone, but dang it hurts!
Related activity? Over three months ago my other son told me about a car that his friend was selling. A 1969 Mustang convertible. I have always wanted one and I passed up an opportunity to buy one several years ago. I regretted that decision ever since. Many people expressed interest in buying the car and I was afraid I wouldn't get it or that the seller would raise the price beyond what I could afford. The seller kept telling me he needed to fix a few things before he could sell it and it would be another week or two. Over and over again it would be another week or two. Well I got the car two days ago! My mom came over to see it and the first words out of her mouth were “it's the same color as your dad's truck”. That hit me like a ton of bricks. I had seen the car several times and never realized it is the same color as my day's truck until she said that.
I know my dad is looking out for me and I know he had a hand in make the car deal happen. My dad was in the Air Force and I purchased the car from a guy in the Air Force! I miss my dad and wish I could drive his truck, but I will go drive ‘our’ car instead.
Ps, it is not the fact that my son won't get my dad's truck that is painful. The pain comes from my brother taking over the family as if he was going to step into my dad's shoes, even before my dad died. My brother is not capable of filling my dad's shoes. Heck, he is not worthy to lick the dog poop off the bottom of my dad's shoes. Now he gets to drive my dad's truck knowing his father wanted it to go to someone else. THAT my brother can't change!