He was my father's brother--his only sibling, and the uncle I never knew. He was my grandmother's son. Loss of her son continues to ache down the generations, as such losses undoubtedly do in all Gold Star families.
I have the same kind of connection to the right against the NAZIs. Thankfully, my ancestors had left Germany about 80 year's before arriving in the US in the early 1900s. My mother was the strongest woman I have ever known. Through years of fighting breast cancer, until it eventually killed her, she never once broke down. The only time she ever cried was once when I was young, I asked her about her twin brother that I'd never meet. He was 24 when he was shot down over Italy in 1945. That pain never left her or the rest of their family, but I'm incredibly proud of all 3 of my uncles who fought bravely in that war .
May the memory of your lost son last forever. During times like this the saying “all we have is each other” really rings true.
He was my father's brother--his only sibling, and the uncle I never knew. He was my grandmother's son. Loss of her son continues to ache down the generations, as such losses undoubtedly do in all Gold Star families.
I have the same kind of connection to the right against the NAZIs. Thankfully, my ancestors had left Germany about 80 year's before arriving in the US in the early 1900s. My mother was the strongest woman I have ever known. Through years of fighting breast cancer, until it eventually killed her, she never once broke down. The only time she ever cried was once when I was young, I asked her about her twin brother that I'd never meet. He was 24 when he was shot down over Italy in 1945. That pain never left her or the rest of their family, but I'm incredibly proud of all 3 of my uncles who fought bravely in that war .