This is George Robinson, my Grandmother’s only brother. George was killed at the age of 18 in the Second World War. My Grandmother spoke of him often. She was close to him and never really got over the loss. Over time she gave me all that she had of his. A table that he made in grade 9 was my first treasure. With every Heirloom I took, came a promised that I would never forget. When my Grandmother passed away I was given this original photo. I am a woman of my word , so every November I hang George’s Picture in the most prominent spot in our house to remind my children “Never Forget” . What strikes me most when I look into George’s eyes is that he never had the chance to Love or have a family. If I share with my children maybe he will always be loved and Not forgotten.