Last year my grandfather died. In my family, he was the last line of the grandparent generation. An era of men and women born into a world where their fathers, took part in the great war. Many a time on visits, I would get presented murky browny-grey photos with frayed edges, of uncles never known, … Continue reading The Secret of My Endurance
Reflections from my grandfather’s deathbed
The phone buzzed away - my dad ringing, it was out of character for him to call at this time, he would know I was just home from work having dinner. It had to be bad. Grandad’s health had declined overnight and was now he was in a vegetative sleeping state - he might have … Continue reading Reflections from my grandfather’s deathbed
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