On Saturday, during this Memorial Day Weekend, I was leaving Timmy's grave, and I seen this elderly man bent over a headstone a lot over. I stopped to see if he was okay. He stood up and explained that he was taking care of his wife's grave. He asked me why I was there and I told him. He started to cry and speak in Italian while blessing himself. He shook my hand and told me it was unfair because Timmy had his whole life ahead of him stolen.