To my dear Gran,
When I was a child you used to tell me about your brother, Ramsey who lost his life in WWII. You spoke with tears glistening in your eyes, I could see the sadness that his memory bought you. So I never asked you any questions about him, I never helped to continue the conversation about him, I never asked you your memories of your brother who was only 19 when his life was taken from him in the horrors of war. What I didn't realise is that you wanted to talk about him, you wanted to remember your younger brother and you wanted to be asked questions about him so that the conversation wouldn't end.
I am so sorry for realising this too late. I wasn't good at questions and when I was young I didn't think people would want to talk about the war.
I wish so much now that I could turn back the clock and ask you about him, but I can't. But what I will do is make sure that he is not forgotten, your grandsons and I'm sure your great nephews and nieces too will remember him and talk to their children about him.
May you both rest in peace, gone but not forgotten.
All my love
Karen
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