I thought you'd like a little remembrance story, it's a true one.
Paul traced our family trees through ancestry.com. He started doing it a few years ago. It's not something I'm that interested in, so he's been doing it on his own - it's one of his hobbies. He discovered that I have a cousin going back three generations who was killed in the First World War.
His registered name was George Cyril Vinecombe, but he was known as Cyril George Vinecombe. He was an only child, and was killed on 17th April 1918 aged just 22. This made me feel really sad.
Three years ago - June 2013 - we decided to go on holiday to see Paul's cousin in Belgium and his sister in France. While there we visited a number of World War One cemeteries and battle sites. I decided that I wanted to find Cyril's grave.
So, while in Ypres - we went to the evening service at the Menin Gate - I bought a wooden cross with a poppy on, and wrote a message to Cyril on it. We went to the cemetery where he's buried - it's at Poperinge in Belgium. Although we had his grave number, it took me ages to find it, but I wasn't going to give up.
After about an hour and a half, I eventually found him. I admit I cried my eyes out at the thought of that young boy so far from home, dying, and his poor parents being told their only child had been killed.
I placed his poppy cross down for him and for his mum. I'm possibly the only relative to have ever visited his grave. His parents probably wouldn't have been able to go there back in those days, so I feel honoured and humbled to have been able to do that small tribute for him.