A drawing I made of my Grandad Cyril while he was having a conversation with my Dad.
From my notebook (entry dated 25/5/14):
My Dad looks younger when he talks about my Grandad. He looks more like pictures of him when he was 17, when he talks about the things my Grandad had to deal with during the war. They've fallen out, at the moment they're not talking, but tonight, in a small Indian restaurant in Brighton, my Dad tells Dan about all the different things my Grandad experienced and I see it as a form of forgiveness.