My dad's uncle, A.J. Gee, is buried there. Allan served with the 29th Armd. Reconnaissance Regt., South Alberta Regiment, R.C.A.C. and he died on March 5, 1945.
Here is Allan's grave. When we were there, we were hoping to meet a local woman, about my dad's age (65), who has been tending this grave since she was a little girl. We were disappointed when we were not able to connect with her.
It is pretty overwhelming to walk
into the cemetery and see so many headstones.
Thank you to the men and women who have risked their lives for the rest of us. When I hear about other countries around the world that are in constant flux due to war, I feel extremely blessed and overwhelmed with how lucky we are in Canada. I think we take it for granted. I can't imagine waking up every day and being fearful that a bomb could kill me or my loved ones.
Thank you to A.J. Gee, and to my grandfathers, Roger Gee and William McLean.