What was the saddest death in your Tree ?

[drewsankie]

In mine it must be my Gt Gt Gt grandfather and Mother
James Ashley died in 1839 aged 32 of Consumption, his 5th child was only 5 months old at the time and then Ann his wife died 1 year later of fever.
Out of 5 Children 3 survived, and had to be farmed out to other relatives. So poor old Carey never really knew his mum and dad.

Ian

[pentio]

Hi everyone

The saddest deaths in my family tree were my wonderful mum and dad how we all miss them so much....dad loved poetry and wrote over 50 poems i would like to share this one with you all its called 

     The Final journey

As the cortege finally wounds its way

Through leafy lanes this sunny day

Life is short so come what may

Each one of us must pass this way

 

We all make this final journey

Each one of us some day

For no one can escape it

There is no other way

 

Then we will reach a tranquil land

To a better life which god has planned

No more heartache no more sorrow

We will all see a bright tomorrow

 

So do not worry or be sad

The final journeys not so bad

To that land where love is paramount

Shall each one of us our blessings count.

Pentio.

[indiapaleale]

Pentio...lovely poem xx

My saddest death is the little illegitimate daughter of my great grandmother.

Greatgrandma had 2 children when her husband died at age 31. She then had Agnes...father unknown. Agnes died of malnutrition...aged  18 months.....why???

Indi

[MarieC]

Subee

Your story really touches me.  Those family members never knowing they had a daughter, or a brother!!  Really sad.

MarieC

[redspookhunter]

my sad stories are;
my grandmothers uncle peter got married and he and his wife catherine had two children,first a girl then a boy,  margaret the little girl was brushing her hair by a candle and dies a few days later in hospital aged 5.
my grandmother is born 6 years later to margaret,peters sister nothing is known of the circumstances this is in wexford ireland,father unknown my grandmother is very ill and is 'taken on' by peter and his wife at the age of two.
every year as a child my grandmother was sent a shamrock but never knew her mother, peters sister.
i am still trying to trace the stafford family from wexford.
also my grandfather was the youngest or nine children and never realy knew his father as he was in WW1 and away all the time when my grandfather was nine monthe old he caught phnewmonia and a telegram was sent for his father to return at once as his yougest son was about to die.
but grandad pulled through at the last minute amazing the doctors!
then his father came home from the war he was very ill and was not to be disturbed he died when my grandad was seven,he said he cant remember his dad he just remembers a smell of death.
he left a wife and nine children my grandad said they were pretty poor,had no shoes and ate mostly bread and tea (previously they were a fairly well off family) but his mother stuggled on and worked hard to support them all.

[MrsLizzy]

There's quite a poignant one in ours, rather like your grandad.  My grandad, born in 1917, came from a very poor family in Camberwell/Peckham.  His parents married when he was one, and registered his birth when he was two.  His father was a womaniser and beat his mother.  My grandad (George Phillips) could neither read nor write when he joined the Army, and the Army taught him to do both.  He served in the Far East in the Second World War, and by the time he came home his health was completely broken down.  He had married my grandmother in 1944 and their only child, my dad, was born in 1945.    What I think is really awful is that on his return to Civvy Street, with a wife and little boy to look after, in spite of his very poor health and being in and out of hospital, my grandad went along to the Labour Exchange to look for a job.  The harpy on duty told him "Oh yes, we do have work, but not for the laikes of you!"   I devoutly hope that someone, somewhere, gave her a well-deserved, good hard smack in the face.  My grandfather died of TB in 1953, leaving a widow and my dad who was seven.  Not to mention his poor mother who was widowed by then.

[TAP1970]

My grandfather died in WW2 knowing he had a baby daughter (several months old) but he never got to see her.

A great uncle died in a house fire.

Going back a bit further (1910) my great great uncle drowned in the River Thames.

All very sad.   

[Cal241]

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I have the same in my tree. My g uncle died killed in action 2 days before his daughter was born

Also my grandfathers nephew (and PrueMs g uncle) was drowned in the Thames C1915 ....... we are not talking about the same boy are we? Siddy (Sidney) Ingram
Cal

[TAP1970]

Hi Cal

My mum was born in the May and granddad died in the September of the same year.  Although I believe he was aware that my mum was born just never got to see each other.

my great great uncle was Adlart George Miller who drowed in the Thames.