When someone dies in Wurtsboro the funeral home turns on their outside lights. So before the obituary is printed in the newspaper everyone knows someone in town has died. We call them the dead lights
Mike and I were two Irish, Catholic boys from Jersey who married the Newkirk girls. We shared a common adversary. He always had good advise for me. He treated me like the brother I never had and I will always miss him.
Mike had a beautiful Mass and Military funeral. It poured rain during the service, which only seemed fitting
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