Remembering

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I cried during the 2 minute silence today. Radio 2 read a poem about how all the soldiers who have died will never grow old and I started thinking about Ben. It's been over a year since he was killed in Iraq but today is the first time I have actually allowed myself to grieve for him. I was in the US when they had his funeral so I don't think it ever truly hit home that he's gone.

We didn't really stay in touch after I left Northallerton but if I happened to bump into him he'd always say hello and stop for a chat.

My fondest memory was him dragging me out the day after my 18th birthday and insisting hair of the dog would sort my hangover out. He bought me a pint of lager and refused to leave until I finished it

I hope you're at peace, Ben and know that everyone who knew you loves and is remembering you