This is a photo of my mother – she is the one on the left – standing in front of an aeroplane on the beach at St Andrews in Scotland in, I guess, the very early 1930s.
In the middle of the photo is her brother. He died when he was 16 years old.
I think, she was around 11 when he died.
Her parents adored their son.
Obviously, they never got over his death.
My mother is holding her left arm slightly behind her back.
She was born without a left hand.
She died in 2007, aged 87.
On the right is their cousin. She was older than my mother.
She, too, is now dead.
So it goes.