Story #2

May 25, 2019

Dear Classmates,

I received a call two nights ago from Richard Quilty, Class of 1957. He is the husband of Jane from the class of 1958. I only know her as Jane Quilty and because she and I had done some reunion work together a few years ago, she was in my telephone contact list. So, it wasn’t a surprise to see her name pop up, but she sounded like a guy. It was, in fact, Richard.

He had an interesting story for me.

This past winter, he was visiting the cemetery and noticed the coin I had left for Allen. It was stuck in the snow, probably moments from disappearing forever. He had read the letter to Allen that I had left with the coin so he knew it came from me. He brought the coin to the cemetery supervisor, Dennis, who said he would keep it safe until there was a final disposition given. Dennis mentioned that he could epoxy the coin to the headstone. Richard told him that he would give me a call and ask if I thought that was a good idea. Of course I thought it was a good idea, it was a great idea. Richard said he would be talking to Dennis in the morning, May 26, 2019. Many thanks to the entire Quilty family for following through with getting this coin back where it belongs

Does anyone have any idea how difficult it has been for me to write this story to you all? I think of Allen’s sacrifice, I think of Ken Poole thinking enough about me to get me that coin, I think of Richard who found the coin and Dennis who keep the coin safe until we could figure out what to do with it. I am emotionally spent. I thank each and everyone of you for being in my life.