A comfort to relatives
I was moved by the article about the Norwegian sailor whose remains stayed in Berwick when his compatriots were repatriated to Norway, (Berwick Advertiser, August 4).
How wonderful that his grave was tended by someone who cared and that his relatives finally visited him.
As a middle aged widow whose two daughters died at the ages of 10 and 20, my heart aches at the thought of them being forgotten once I die.
I have no living family or relatives and I find it sad that graves and memorial plaques, which speak of those who have gone, become neglected and meaningless.
To outlive your children is painful beyond belief, but no bereaved parent wants their child to be forgotten.
Every forgotten grave or memorial plaque signifies a person who lived and loved and who was loved.
I imagine that there was family in Norway, maybe a mother or wife, who mourned the loss of the young man and who would have been warmed to know that through the decades someone cared for his grave.
I hope that it continues to be tended, not just because he was a hero, but because he was someone’s son, he had dreams and hopes and he was a man whose life was cut short far too soon.
Thank you for the article about this young man who sacrificed his life trying to help others. It made a refreshing change from the regular stream of articles.
Moira E. McLean