Forever creys
My grandmother gave me war letters from her father - my great grandfather. He was killed in the summer of 1944 and he had never seen her. He knew that she was born and he saw her picture but that’s it. I cried of coure. It was so touching. He was so positive despite the horrible things he saw and did every day. He asked how everything was in their village and was so respectful towards his wife without saying some cheesy stuff about love. Through each and every word you can feel how important she was for him and how he wanted to come back home but he didn’t actually say that. He didn’t want his family to feel bad. He lost one finger and he drew a picture of a hand with four fingers. So funny yet so sad. He asked about my grandmother in each letter and said how he wanted to play with her after all. But he never did. He wrote the lyrics of songs he wanted to sing to her. And his last letter is just. I don’t even know how to describe it. It was a usuall letter and then he died in 4 days.
My great grandmother never re-married and they named my father after him. Their signatures are the same. And I am the last one in their line. Kinda sucks. I don’t think it’s possible for my children to have my last name but who knows.
