Little Roy was my uncle. The full brother, Maxwell, listed in the obituary, is my Dad, Walter Maxwell Beane.
Each year on Memorial Day we decorate his grave with toys and flowers.
My grandfather was 80 when his son died. He lived another 8 years before passing. It is said he never got over Roy's death.
My grandmother was 49 at his death, she lived another 29 years before passing, and never once could mention his name without tearing up.
Having died a full 13 years before my birth, I of course, never knew him. But I feel like I have tousled his golden curls and held him close often as I held my own sons close, so much did they resemble his photographs!
His big brother Maxwell still misses him.