This is a huge place. This amazing lady puts me into one of those electric carts and off we go. As we drive up to the area where my brother is laid to rest, it is beautiful. There is a huge old oak tree. And below the gigantic oak is a thousand very small grave markers. As I start walking, I notice each soul was only with us for a very short time. Some for a week, but most only for a day. As I got closer it was clear to see which site belonged to my little brother. The little guy I never met, never got to torment, These amazing people had spent the morning working around my brothers plot. It was manicured to perfection. It was clear that all the trimming had been done by hand. To honor a little one that had passed over fifty years ago in such a loving and tender way is beyond the words I can write.
A lost brother is found. History has been restored. Yes these memories are painful to remember in our lifetime, but we need to save them, we need to honor them. Matson Matthew would have turned 50 this past March. He missed an awesome life. So we take the time to ensure that those that follow us will know of the little boy with red hair, that made it only three days, was not forgotten.
I can highly recommend All Souls Cemetery and Mausoleum in Long Beach California. I can’t thank them enough.