The saddest death in my tree has to be my Uncle George Miller, my mums brother.
He was in the army, and away one weekend. In those days they didn't know or bother about drink driving. Him and his mates were coming home from a night out. George wanted to go in the front passenger seat, but someone beat him to it. Anyway, half way back to base they stopped for a Jimmy Riddle. George siezed his oppotunity, and jumped in the front seat. A few minutes later, he was killed.
This happened in July 1958. His young wife had just given birth to his only child in the June. My mum was pregnant with me, and took it really bad. She was close to George and had been evacuated with him in the war. My dad was released from his National Service to come home and look after her.
I also have infant deaths in my tree from the 1800 and early 1900's.
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