Located right next door to Pinelawn cemetery is the military Long Island National Cemetery, which just so happens to be where my step-dad's parents are buried. The grave has my step-grandpa's name on the front and on the back was his wife. My son was almost named after him. Dominic. I pretty much always wanted to name my son that up until I actually got pregnant with him. Sadly a crazy neighbor of the same name ruined it for us. It took us an obscene amount of time to find a name for my son after that. We did know he was always going to have his middle name as Edward, after my brother, father and Shane's uncle. Too many Edwards to let that name die.
Death came too soon for all of the Carra family. Growing up, Sunday dinners at their house were awesome. Irene would always keep the house so cold in the summer time. I would wrap up in a blanket and watch TV and she would always have a box of Reese's miniatures for me. Dom would always tease me at dinner. We would have food fights. It drove my step-dad bonkers. He had the most amazing black lab, Alfie. That dog would sit through an entire meal with a treat on his nose without flinching. He was the smartest and sweetest pup I had ever known. I wish my kids could have known them.
We walked around the correct area for a while before we finally figured out the numbering system. You would think it would be self explanatory, it is not. The office had no personnel inside. Just a computer to locate and print out a map. We were on our own.
This might not have been the exact way I wanted my son to meet his almost namesake, but it makes my heart happy we were able to pay our respects.