My mother is 88 and still as sharp as a tack! 
Dad is 89 and is getting a bit, well, old. They met during the second world war. Dad was in Africa during the war. When I was in England this time we took him to the church for the service for Armistice day. Or Veterans day. He wore his medals for the first time.
Anyway my mother has kept all the letters between them from the war. She said I can have them one day. I want to organize those letters and read every one. I would title the letters “Kiddy”, this was my dads nick name for my mother. They can’t remember why!
I took this photo of her out of a drawer. She was about 18 years old and looked a little mischievous! If only we could step back into that time and be a fly on the wall. If she could remember where that photo was taken I could go back there…but she can’t remember or what the note on the back meant, ” Did you forget Darling?” in her handwriting.
I love you, Mum and Dad.
