“I remember my grandad today more than most. He touches me on the shoulder with a reassuring chill like he used to before the winter took him. His voice asks if the war is over. I tell him it is. He sighs at my lie. I suspect he knows the truth.”

20 thoughts on “Remembrance 

  1. Beutifully moving. My grand dad succumbed to Alzheimer’s, in the end he asked about his mother who he had not mentioned in years her having been gone 20 years. When we told he she had passed away, he relived the entire shock and grief once again.

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