THE WALL OF FACES

Cousin Patrick, I was only 3 when you sacrificed your life in the name of freedom. I assure you Patrick, you will never be forgotten. Dad (Fernand J. Albert) would speak of you often and break down every single time. He had nothing but kind words to say of you. May you find comfort in the hands of the Lord, you're a true warrior.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

As long as you are remembered you will never truly die....

We called you “Uncle Patrick”. I was 7 when you died. I did not know for many years your first name was Richard. Your brothers and sisters can tell us, your nieces and nephews what kind of person your were. I can pass on to my children and granchildren.

DEAR CPL. ALBERT,
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE AS A GRUNT. YOU WERE BORN ON ST. PATRICK'S DAY, ALSO YOUR PROMOTION WAS POSTHUMOUS.
REST IN PEACE.

This is my Uncle. I have very little memory of him. I was 7 when he past away. I am sure he was around when I would go to Maine to my grand parents house on vacation. His brother, my dad, is Philip Albert.