I found this snippet while tidying up the blog. Since today would have been my Ma’s birthday, I am posting it now.
While emptying the house before my father died we found a packet of letters addressed to my grandparents and labeled in my mother’s writing: “Congratulations on our engagement and commiserations on Martin’s death”. Martin was her brother, killed aged about 26 in combat. She’d added: “Must have been difficult to write”.
Quite.
It’s my Ma’s shrewd sarcasm that I miss the most.
