Echoes of the Future

In the early 1990s, I had a pen-friend from London who’d contacted me via The Young Archaeologist magazine, whose name was Keeley. I woke up one morning and my first thought was, Keeley’s granddad is dead.

In the next couple of days, a letter arrived telling me her grandfather had died, which made me sit up and take notice. I looked through her old letters to confirm she hadn’t mentioned her grandparents previously, regarding any illness or in any other context.

I remember that based on our tender ages, it felt surprising to me she had a deceased grandparent.