Written by Richard AnkersNovember 13, 2016 Remembrance “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.” Share this:FacebookTwitterStumble MeWhatsAppTumblrLinkedInRedditTelegramPinterestPocketPrintEmailLike this:Like Loading... 20 thoughts on “Remembrance ” Awww. I remember moments like that as well. Reply That’s nice, Sarah. Reply Bless his cotton socks ❤️ Reply Yup 🙂 Reply what’s the truth? oh,also,i made my first post today yayy Reply Well done. 😄👍 Reply There are certain memories that stays haunting and this is one of it … Reply Thank you, Sherrie 🙂 Reply Beautiful, sad and haunting. Reply Thank you. Reply Touching, Richard. ❤ Reply 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. Reply That’s awful. My Nana died at 101 and kept asking if her mum and dad was still alive and if the horse had been fed (they were farmers.) A terrible thing is the mind at times. Reply So tragic, the circle of life. Yes. Very touching Richard! Reply Thanks, Vera. 🙂 Reply You’re welcome. 😊 Sorry I missed this one, but its Beautiful! Reply No worries, and thanks. 🙂 Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.