It is sad that we never met you, only Grandma. I used to have a lovely time visiting her in Bristol, and meeting Uncles and Aunts. We know nothing about what happened to you. You died so early in the war, Only a year after our father was born. It is sad that you did not see your children grow up. But, we thank you for your sacrifice; it has meant that we could live our lives the way that we do.

Gill Bentley