Remembrance Sunday is always a time of sad reflection. I think back to my father and how he fought in World War 2, and I think of all the young men still losing their lives in recent times. But I also think of my cousin, and although he has nothing to do with war or fighting, he is inextricably linked to Remembrance Sunday.
Ian David Arkell was born just over a year before me, and four years after his sister, Sue. His mother, Nancy Dora Dinnis was my father’s sister, and we all lived in Hove.
On Remembrance Sunday 1976 which was the 14th of November, Mum and I returned from church at lunchtime to find Dad crying. Ian had died during the night. He was 19. Of course it devastated us all as a family, and although it was 36 years ago my thoughts often return to him, especially every Remembrance Sunday.
When Dad died in 2001 I was going through his belongings and found in his wallet some yellowed old newspaper cuttings carefully folded and kept.
We miss him. He was such a gentle soul, a lovely young man, and we will remember him. Rest In Peace Ian xxx