D, good for her.
I wish I still had my grandparents, cherish the time with her my friend.
Ain't that the truth.
She lost her first husband in June of 1941, he was an artillery officer, went mia on the 3rd day of the war. My mom was born in September of 41 on a train, under the German bombs.
Luckly she married again; her 2nd husband died in in 1983 from an old war wound.
She now lives with her older[!] sister, across the street from me.
There's something about these people...after all that they persevered I always remind myself of how insignificant all my daily bull-s@#t problems really are.