I’m baking a Streuselkuchen (crumb cake) today – in August’s memory.
My friend, Sara, has just published a book, Jimmy Muir from Trois Rivieres, about another young man's war death. He was a fighter pilot – and was once her mother’s boyfriend. This is a poignant, sad, love story and a well-researched tribute to a young man who was fighting other young men – like my Uncle August. Jimmy’s buried in Belgium, far from his home.
Twenty-something and dead. Lives unlived. I’d like to think that if both had lived, they might have become friends here in Canada where people could start over.