My grandmother is on her last legs... the doctors are saying 24-48 hours - but, at 105 this year, she's had a damn good innings.
I never new my grandfather George, her first husband and my father's father, as he died shortly after WWII as a result of injuries and torture.
One of the things that my grandmother always kept was a letter informing her George had been repatriated. She gave it to me a few years ago and it's something that led me to research more of what he was doing. It wasn't until relatively recently that we found out what my grandfather was doing during the war.