Officer Frank Cassidy
So many questions pop up as I slowly make my way through the boxes and trunks from my parents’ house. Mom kept a wooden keepsake box on her dresser. It now sits in our library, on top of a table that graced the entryway of her childhood home in New Haven. It took me weeks to summon up the emotional strength to take a peek inside. Among the assorted notes from the past, prayer cards, a handwritten poem from fourth…