Howard Joseph Boyle Jr

My younger brother, Howard Jr. died when he was only a few months old. I was nine at the time. My sister, Marie, and I had to lean on each other for a short time as our mother was emotionally devastated by the tragedy for months (maybe years) after. My father, Howard, arranged for my sister and I to stay with some close family friends while our mother began her healing process. That incident and the fact that we were navy brats (dependents of a sailor) served to bring Marie and I very close. Each time we moved to a station assignment, we had to be each other’s best friend until we could develop other friendships…

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