My Letter to My Sister. Written With Love.

This post is for anyone and everyone who knew my sister June. Those who knew her and those who thought they did. A memoriam if you like, for a much loved sister. For those who loved her, those who mourn her and for me.Others, please feel free to scroll past.

My earliest memory, a real memory of you June, was being taken to Horsham, a sunshine school, where you and Georgina had spent some time after the war. I was very young, and didn’t understand why you were there. You took me under the Nissan huts and we shared sweets. Then you cried, you wanted to come home. I promised I would ask if you could. We both knew that my request, as it came from me, would be futile but I did ask. I am not sure how long after this you returned to our bungalow in Portchester…