Sometimes…
when we least expect it
something beautiful and special appears before our eyes…
Yesterday, while going through some of my late mother's effects
I found the most incredible treasure.
It made me cry…
because it brought back a memory of finding her sitting on her bed
reading it as I walked into her room just a year or so ago…
It was a letter.
Worn and stained and creased
with the love of many openings and closings
over almost 70 years…
Written on Valentine's Day 1944
from a brother whom she loved dearly.
She was 16, he was 21
She often described him as her favourite brother
because he was so good to her growing up as the youngest sibling.
I love how he calls her "toots" and teases her!
He was away at war, a Sergeant with the R.C.A.F., at the time of writing.
He never came back
His plane shot down during a mission over France
Missing. Presumed Dead.
It gave Mom so much comfort in her life
and now, somehow I find comfort in being able to hold it.
…and read it...
A glimpse into the young woman
who was too young to join her father and siblings in service.
…and her very special relationship with her brother
who clearly loved her very much.
It seemed appropriate that I found the letter just before
our Canadian Remembrance Day.
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| Sgt C.C. Evans R.C.A.F. before going overseas |
I think I owe, not only my freedom to this man,
but also the wonderful relationships
that I had (and have) with my own brothers
as a result of our upbringing by a woman
who so cherished her brother as a friend, a sibling and mentor.
Thank you, Uncle Bud.
…and thanks to Kim, for the opportunity to share my Find!
…and thanks to Kim, for the opportunity to share my Find!
Janetxo











