Rest In Peace

I think I should say something about my Uncle Neville.
I mean. I didn't really know him. I have vague memories of him as a child. But just like my Grandad, he is another old man who I will never have the pleasure of 'getting to know'.
Oh how I wish that I had my grandad. So I could sit and bewilder him with my fascination of the war and my resemblance of a grandson, rather than daughter.
I am sad, because it is death. And with death, although I cannot understand it, I know that I won't hear his name uttered again. It will fade away with his memory.
I am sad for my nan. I pray to you Lord, that my nan does not see her life with the same eyes that I do. Her life, is a battle. And as everyone she knows marches over the top, all these people that she has known and loved in her lifetime just fall down beside her, dropping like flies. She is a woman of exceptional courage and strength, for she manages to dust herself up and carry on. I am too stubborn to ever confess this to her, and I know I will regret this for all eternity when the time comes for it to be 'too late', but I love her. God bless her. And God bless you Uncle Neville.