I split my weekdays and weekends between my parents and my sister and her 3 little boys. It’s only 20 minutes apart and my brother’s cemetery is in between. I stop in often and usually stay in my car because it’s huge and his grave is at the back and unfortunately there are bad people around who have done women harm in this sacred place, but when it’s safe I get out and pray and touch the stone. I know he’s not there but it makes me feel closer to him. I love to put flowers there in the summer from our garden especially his favorite orange ones. Even if I can’t stop in, I make the sign of the cross and call out to him as I drive by. My sister taught me to drive there when I was 28 and he would have been 16. I beeped as I went around his bend. We have had little miracles there. My mom and I went and asked him to pray for my father when he was to have a heart operation. The wind picked up and nearly knocked us off our feet but none of the trees in the area were swaying. Another time a flock of birds flew by and made a backwards “J” formation right above us just like the backwards “J” he wrote on the wall on the cellar steps just before he died. The most special thing was the day he was buried. My parents went back after the funeral, burial and reception. My mom wanted to pound the frozen ground with her fists she later told us. But my dad said “Hey, look…” As they came in our front door later, she had a big smile on her face and he went up to his room to get a note we had received years earlier from the mother of a local boy who had a famous big brother and a movie made about his life. The mother sent us the note after I wrote their family about how touched I was by the movie. She said in the note “I am sure, as you say, that he is our angel looking down on us.” On that burial day for my little brother, my father spotted the grave of Joey Cappelletti a couple of yards away from my brother’s grave. My parents left the cemetery feeling as though he had a little friend in that cold, dark place. We read the note from Mrs. Cappelletti written years before and wondered at God’s mysterious ways.