Yesterday at 11 am, people all over the country [ and the Commonwealth ] paused to remember the moment exactly 90 years ago when the guns of WW1 became silent.
Today I'm doing a different kind of remembering.
My only sibling, my 'baby' brother would have turned 50 today
Bill was a talented graphic artist and photographer who went blind in his mid 20s, and died suddenly at 34 of a cerebral haemorrhage.
I really struggle with the idea of him at 50
He was a real little beggar as a kid, always doing his best to get me [ the goody two shoes perfect elder sister ] into strife ... always under my shadow a bit, until a very perceptive art teacher encouraged and developed his rather prodigious natural talent in High School.
He was a strange, eccentric, gentle, whimsical, child-like soul and it's sad that he didn't ever manage to realise his enormous potential. Life isn't always fair, is it ?