My grandmother, Ming, lost her brother on the last day of the war. Only hours after the armistice was signed, her brother was in a phone booth somewhere in France trying to contact family and was killed by a German sniper.
She kept her brother close to her heart and always told happy stories of him up until her late 90's. I think of him often and wish I knew more of his life. He remains an enigmatic character to me still.
'Good night sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.' - [Hamlet by William Shakespeare]

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