My Grandmother knew her beloved older brother had been killed she said as he came and spoke to her in a dream the evening of his death. I don't know if that really happened or if it was just the stress and worry playing on her mind. I do know though he had been one of five brothers and four of them died in childhood of sickness. He was the precious remaining one who was the apple of his parents and his four sisters eyes. I also know the family never really recovered from their loss and life was never the same for them like thousands of other families at the time. I have put his rememberance card up on the mantlepiece today and have told everyone to think of him when they pass it and to remember what he gave up to sign up in the first few days of the war. I hope where ever he lies he knows we are thinking of him today.
