Howie,
I never met you, nor have I heard about you until today. I was going through family photos with my grandmother, Peggy, and I saw a picture of you and John. John was goofing around and you were standing there, calm and collected. Nora told me what happened to you, and I didn’t really know how to process what I had heard. Maybe you met me, you passed a year after I was born. Regardless, I know you meant so much to my family, especially John. I’m sorry for what happened to you. You died a valiant, selfless, heroic death, and I hoped you lived a good life. From what I have heard and could tell, you did. I hope you are somewhere now; maybe in Heaven, or Elysium, or part of infinity.
With love,
Cara Jewels