My grandma turns 91 today. A toddler in world war one, a 20-something in world war two. The stories she has to tell are amazing. Like the time, close to the end of the war, when the frontline was literally on her doorstep. Like the time she stayed awake all night worrying about my granddad who was on some mission with the Belgian resistance. Yes: there was such a thing as Belgian resistance!
My granddad survived the war and received an honorary “Medal of Resistance” on April 2nd, 1949. He died in 1988…
One can’t but wonder what the world would have looked like had it not been for brave “little” people like the two of them.
Respect — and happy birthday granny! I love you loads.