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I worked with a young guy who's mom in her 40's has it 😲 her mother died of it and he has to live with not knowing. I was complaining at work and he tells me that and, well....I stopped complaining and thanked him. We became close after that ❣️
What if the man is gay is what he did that matters and for me is was a lesson today i can take a leaf out of what he did we so quick to forget family and friends when they passed on. So respect the man and learn from him
I was a very young nurse when a patient in his 90's befriended me in the nursing home I worked at. He was a precious soul and had been very active in our towns early life. So I was 70 years younger than him. After some time he passed away. He had no family so I would visit his grave and put flowers there. Now Iam 71. I still put flowers on his grave :)❤
@@AuraJewel Why have compassion for a man’s grave and have no compassion for his sister who misses him dearly? Does your despising have any positive purpose in this perspective?
Sorry for your loss. Your comment speaks volumes about your love for your brother. You are right, it would be heartening to know that a lost loved one was surrounded by love in life and that love lives on.
My best friend died when I was 10. He was 12. I visit his grave once every week. He died 17 years ago. Kindest kid I've ever known. Taught me so much in such a short time. I'll be forever indebted to him.
There’s a mother and her three year old son who are buried right by my grandmother,I’ve always left flowers for them when I go visit my grandmother’s grave,I decided to look them up online curious about what happened to them,they both died in a car accident it’s very sad,I also found her parents obituaries in the process,so it makes sense that the flowers at their grave has dwindled over the years,so I’m glad that I have been leaving flowers for them since 1996 they died in 95 a year before my grandmother
What a marvellous story. I was moved to write this poem: A STRANGER AT MY BROTHER'S GRAVE For seventy years, you left your poems; your flowers, your tears. I beseech the sky, the sea, the rockpool, in which, my brother drowned to tell me who you are? But the sky, rockpool and sea, seem again flooded with silence. Neither sun or moon, will speak your name, nor utter that word. I beg, tell me who you are? If not to the living, divulge it to the dead. Please sign your poem when you next pass my brother’s grave, so, I may know, at last! who that stranger is?
I lost my identical twin brother at 15 , it has completely changed everything in my life and in me . Not a single day has passed without me thinking of him and today at age 43 i still can't celebrate my birthday without celebrating his first, privately . He is buried somewhere in Iceland my homeland , but i don't visit graves , i believe that graves are not a place to remember people , In my case , since we come from the same egg , he is either still alive or i am half dead myself , either way we are never apart , as he still lives in me .
wow Morgan amazing - you will see him again and he is with you and he can hear you when you speak with him - so true about the graves. big hugs to you thank you for sharing. i can feel the love you have for him in your words - incredible.
Life is anything but insignificant. Take a step out of what you have been taught and ask yourself this. What if life is not a series of lessons to be learned, but constant reminders on who we are? If you think about any limitations about yourself, You either gave them to yourself or believed someone else about your limits. Walt Whitman wrote The streets are littered with postcards from god.
The fact that he was still remembered by his friends was so amazing, he was obviously an amazing person and his death gave those other persons to be inspired to do better in life.
My Dear. MrsSlocombesPuddyCat. Times we R now living through R quite sinister enough, let us hold true to the FRIEND IN DEED BED TIME STORY. I do believe brings us all a Peaceful End to our day. Thank You Family For Sharing Off To Bed Now Sweet Dreams EVERYONE 🥱😴
What a beautiful little story.... My best mate died when we were 12 as well, in a canoeing accident... I'm 40 now but every year I take flowers to his grave and will continue to do so until I die. How lovely this man hasn't forgotten his friend.
I hold this story in great respect. Being 81, and gay and Intentionally celibate, as my long term relationship ended in 1985. The celibacy didn’t become my choice until after a great deal of uh, research...I realized I had been with the one that was my match for 16 years, and what a gift it was. It became clear, after years of looking, experimenting, etc, that that part of my life was done. Rather than the loneliness I anticipated, the celibacy open huge caverns of internal space, and my life became energetic, creative and fun.....I developed old friendships into much deeper levels, and my few new friendships were committed friendships, not simply opportunities to have casual social acquaintances. I don’t often visit graves, but my heart keeps these friendships alive. I also continue telling stories of their lives, as a way of commemoration,
What is quite clear is that such a young boy left a lifelong mark and had an impact on so many people during his short life. He must have been the sweetest boy. What loving sisters.
When i was 5 years old i seen my little mate get run over by a car and killed 17th October 1971 i remember it like it was yesterday , its soon to be the 50th Memorial for his death , we where two innocent young kids playing in the street when in fact it could so of easily of been me , iv never forgotten him and neither the innocent driver (who ever he was) sleep well Terry , til we meet again x
I absolutely love old cemeteries and the dead, I bought 4 dozen roses and went to a cemetery from the 1800s and left a rose on every grave. I also clean off their headstones. Ive lost everyone except my father whom I would die for. I just want them to know they're not forgotten and they are very much remembered and loved .
That's a beautiful thing you've done. Because of you, generations after they died they are not entirely forgotten. You are there honouring their memory and saying their names when there is nobody left that knew and loved them.
I lost a baby girl at birth in 1989. She was buried by my aunt and I lived an hour away, and there were so many times I wished I could be there by her grave, instead, I arranged to have fresh flowers brought to her grave every Friday. Ours was a small town so this worked out well. I remember being in town one day and I ran into one of the florists and she told me that she was the one who delivered my baby girl's flowers, and she said she got chills every time she put out the flowers on my Kate's grave. In light of all the tragedy in my baby's birth and death, this was the one measure which brought me some small degree of comfort. She was Catherine Elizabeth Cropper, so loved and still missed. She would have been 32 years old on August 13.
Of course someone loves you its just that most people dont know how much love us until we are gone. I used to tell my brother that before he died he was 28 years old and over 350 people showed to his funeral. I always told him i loved him and i would remind him that God loves him most of all before that. Believe me, you are loved!
God loves you and as a child of God, I love you too. If you live your life loving others as God loves, you will find that it is enough to be able to love than to be loved.
I therefore conclude: Karl was a blessing in disguised to his Friends who were there when the tragedy happened. Imagine one became a police officer and another one became a doctor. I am sure Karl is smiling up in heaven. Rest in peace, a very touching story. Love from the Philippines🇵🇭
Bleach I would feel comfortable to be protected or in surgery with a person in power who are there bc they were inspired by another human. It’s the ones that never had power, were bullied, scared, have hate etc that no one should trust
Bleach you may never know. witnessing a death of a friend can have a huge effect on person’s life, and it is already evident by frequently visiting their friend’s grave, writing poems and leaving flowers and all. that alone shows the friend they lost made a big effect or scar into their lives.
The fact that a 12 year old could have such a great impact in many peoples lives.. TIL THIS DAY.. is more than some people could achieve in a lifetime. God bless his soul🥺💕
Need to take to consideration, at that time people were different kind. Kind of people who could give love to one another with whole their souls. Who is able to appreciate one another. ❤
Sometimes you can push too much in trying to solve a mystery. When Rudolph Valentino died in 1926 at age 31 there was mass hysteria. People began noticing a woman wearing black visited every year on his death date and left a red rose. She became known as the woman in black and was a mystery. Eventually there were copy cats, Later it was revealed she was Miss Ditra Flame. She was in the hospital when she was 14 and expected to die. Her mother asked Valentino to visit her. He came several times giving her a red rose. He told her she would survive and live a long time and if he died first would she visit so he wouldn't be all alone.She did so annually for 30 years. After that she went occasionally at other times of the year due to the copy cats. She died alone in her home in 1984 in Ontario, California, She never married and had mementos of Valentino in her house. She was buried in San Jacinto, California.
Arh this is sad but kinda sweet and both not forgotten, they made that deal an she uphold it ♥️ he was not alone she did keep her promise and visit him xxx
@@tygersflowerz What details sound exaggerated or made up? I didn't find this story so unusual. How can one annual visit to someone's grave be considered fanaticism? I mean, if she visited every day, that would be a little off the edge, but once annually?? And just because she never married doesn't mean she wasted her whole life pining away for Valentino. Many unmarried women accomplish great things, thank you very much! And so what that she had some mementos of Valentino? He was a fabulously famous man and she met him personally. That doesn't make her a fanatic.
@@fleurettemvangulden7883 A head case? Come on! What "antics?" She visited Valentinos grave once a year and left a rose. Big deal. Mentally married to a dead??? Do you have more facts than what Megan Johnson posted? If not, I think you're reading far too much into this story.
I'm surprised the sister didn't want to hide a surveillance camera, facing the grave. I bet the priest knows or is the person leaving the letters. When I was 12yrs old, I went into an small old cemetery near my home. I was reading some of the names, and how old the people were when they died. I noticed the majority of people were old men. There was only one kid...a 12yrs old girl. I stood there thinking "will she be forever be 12yrs old?" For several years I walked past that cemetery to go to school. I never saw anything on her grave. On a few other graves there were flowers. So one day I put a daisy, and a rock on her grave (a rock just in case she's Jewish). I live far away now. A couple of times (8years apart) I've used Google Street to see if she has anything on her grave. Nope. You might wonder why I'm interested in her grave. Well it's because i knew a 10yrs old girl that died when I was 10yrs old. I was the last to speak to her at a club. I didn't know her family. I can't remember her name. I don't know where she's buried. But I wish I could tell her parents her last words were to me "I will get you orange juice." She walked a few steps away from me, and then collapsed. I ran as fast as I could to a doctor that was giving a speech in another room. He did his best to help her. The ambulance came fast. I also wanted to tell her parents she loved singing on the bus. A week later the doctor said to me "she died of a brain aneurysm. She had never woken up after collapsing." I wasn't able to visit her grave. But I could visit the 12yrs old's grave, to give her attention that she should have.
Samantha, pls find the records from the Doctor/Hospital where she was taken to and contact her family...the last words to her family means the world to them...today, i feel blessed that i was lucky to know my father's last words...He met with an accident on his morning walk and slipped into coma and died the very same day. My sister went to the same spot where he met with an accident and asked other people walking/jogging about the accident and one gentleman told her that he saw my dad being put in an ambulance and he was only saying..."call Amol...Call Amol..." (my name is Amol..he was saying this in Hinidi)...this made me feel so much better when i got to know...the departed person never comes back but such memories do remain FOREVER and they are so PRECIOUS...just what my name means...pls contact the family of the girl....and YOU ARE AN AMAZING SOUL to still relate and remember the 10 year old girl and visit some other 12 year old girl's grave...God bless you!!!
Samantha Peters I always get curious by children's graves, because beyond their parents, usually rarely few people would care enough to visit a child's grave. When did the poor 12 years old died? There's Find A Grave site, where you can put a virtual flower on her grave page
Samantha Peters in my province, there was a grave near our house and our grandmother was buried there (she recently passed away in 2017) and when I was roaming around with my cousin, we saw two graves that were for children, one was for a 10 year old, the grave always had jellos and some candies (I live in Philippines) and a baby that was born in the new year but unfortunately died after birth. It’s sad to think they were young but died immediately:((
My father once told me, and he wasn't a man to speak of emotional things... He watched a young girl, 3 or 4 years old, get caught up in a whirlpool and pulled under while they swam at the beach. He said he was about 8 at the time and could see from the edge of the water. I'm not sure if he was frozen in fear, or maybe no one else was seeing what was happening, but you could tell that it still caused him pain. He was in his 60's when we talked about it... I guess sometimes the feeling of guilt never leaves you, even if there was nothing you could do.
David Ran What do you mean, come forward? This comment is talking about a little girl, in a totally separate incident. A person in their 60s wasn’t even born when this happened.
My aunt died a few years ago, way too young. She was loved by a lot of people. For some reason my uncle gets SO angry if he sees some flowers/letters etc on her grave that he or the family didn't place there. I don 't get it... I would be so touched and happy to see that others are remembering my wife
@@aw8327 It actually does. People had morals and standards back then, and genuine affection for one another. These days it seems to be more about "likes" and short lived appraisal, which are forgotten 2 or 3 days later because the next fad comes up.
I lost my brother at 14 years old to Asthma back in 1989 and he still touches people now. We still remember him and who he was. You never forget and I certainly wont forget him.
Wile E Coyote That's hard to deal with, especially being so young, at 14, losing a sibling like that. He's still here in spirit, a person is never truly "gone". May he rest in peace. You'll see each other again. I never knew until now to take asthma attacks seriously. I really had no clue.
I am sorry about your brother. There was an incident that took place when I was in high school, and the death of that girl changed things for me. There had been a party, which I did not attend. A girl was sexually assaulted and killed. I lived in a small town and although many kids knew who had done it, nobody said anything. I couldn't understand that mentality. I understood that bad people do awful things, but why would normal, middle class kids cover up a sexual assault? Because of it, I wanted answers. I went on to study criminology in order to delve into the motivations of people.
Wile E Coyote I'm sorry to hear that your brother died. I don't know what it's like. I've died myself 3 times through lung problems. God bless your family.
A friend died in a massive unexplainable bombing many years ago. I have never been able to to talk to anyone about it. It’s surreal. I visit her grave (which doesn’t have her body) and I place flowers when I can. The shock of her death will never go away. Her Mum and Dad know nothing of me. December will and has continually been the worst month. I can understand fully how someone can place flowers on a grave and will want to be anonymous.
I know you don't know me but I'm genuinely sorry for your loss I think it is a true testament to what an amazing person you are to not only remember her but to pay your respects when you can if the world had more people like you it'd be a kinder and more pleasant place to be too much hate and mean spirited toxicity in the air nowadays your story moved me a lot stay safe and well in these uncertain times x
It would probably be a comfort to them to meet you. To know their child was so loved that someone still mourns her. I wish I knew if anyone visits the graves of my dad and step dad 🥺❤️
One of my closest friends died 30 years ago on May 3rd 1992, I still remember so much about him and still miss his antics, he died in tragic circumstances. You never forget. The journalist was brilliant in this, well done.
Richie Rich yes this is so strange, to think someone cared so much about him to keep returning and leaving things there all whilst the family had no idea who the person was, you would’ve thought Karl would’ve mentioned them to his parents etc? Or had something with the name on
They say there are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken of for the last time.
though unnamed; every being; every moment; every deed; reverberates into the future. ashes to ashes; dust to dust; quarried stones to minerals; endures like must. fail, and yet again, strive to walk with care and leave loving footprints, if only in the sands.
Vin Soriano That comment went deep into my mind. Something to think about. There are people that have been dead in history , example first president George Washington. Do those type of names still fall under your comment. OR do you mean non famous people ???
This is true friendship. People going to your grave many many years after your death. People now a days just move on with thier lives. These old generations hold more loyalty than today's people.
Absolutely agree with you. Now life is a rat race. Materialistic with no emotions, or shortlived emotions and then people move on. But old is always gold. We are limited editions who are still bound and moved with not only our feelings but with others too.
Today’s people have zero respect or loyalty. They will walk over you for a discounted item on Black Friday, or would rather take their cameras out - than reach out to help another.
It's not about loyalty, it's about the stressfulness of today. We literally even walk quicker than we did 20 years ago. Life is fast now and you have to let go off some things or otherwise you're going to be left behind or slowed down from the heavy weight (or you know, that's how it feels). We also come across more people today than ever before (unless you live out in nowhere i guess). We've learnt when to let go, and statistically we are more atheistic than ever before - There might not be anything more after this. I wish you could compromise the calmer days with some of the wisdom we have today.
When I was 11 a boy a year older than me died in a tragic accident and I have visited his graver for years. This story is really resonating with me. I really hope Mrs. Kear finds her answers.
@@Moredhel83 not many are like this simply because they have died too. It boggles my mind why the sister never asked her parents what the brother was like.
Wonderful story! For almost 50 years my grandfather didn't have a head stone, we always looked for the man next to him to find him ~ we were finally able to purchase one ~ but we always left flowers for both of them. Now, Mom left 8 years ago so I'm still leaving them for a man we didn't know. May they all rest in peace 🕊️
@@wilsonblauheuer6544 God does not 'let things happen.' We are the product of our collective choices which, in turn, are the result of free will -- for better or for worse, which is entirely subjective. Free will is only possible in the context of Love. And who can know of God's grace at the moment of death? It has always been and will always only be about Love. We are perpetually safe, in terms of our everlasting soul, and are learning to live without fear and entirely within Love.
The wonderful thing about this story is the positive effect Karl had on those around him....even at such a young age...and that those effects have lasted through many decades...which keeps his memory alive in others. A reminder to us all that no matter how alone in the world we might feel....at least someone....somewhere remembers us....and hopefully for the positive things we have done...
What an inspiration Karl has been! Most of all for Ann, and Ron... Yet also, for all the other people who met up and shared their memories of Karl. We all leave tracks in life -- may they be for good.
When the sister said she wished she had more time with him, I wanted to cry. Karl was loved and had such an effect on so many people and his friend never forgot him and what a trauma for him as a young boy. The poems are written is likely someone from the scout group as well.
very interesting story. Not nearly as mysterious, but when my grandmother passed away at 97 my dad had her buried in her small home town next to her husband. Due to her advanced age, there were very few left alive who knew her. At her graveside service was my father, his cousin, and one woman who they didn't know. Dad approached her and she explained that my grandmother had been her girl scout troop leader. Grandma was born 1905 so she was probably a troop leader in the 1930s-40s..she died in 2003.
When my fatber was 13 years old he sent swimming at tbe beach and there was a young boy age 7 his parents sent him to the beach which was a few blocks away from home it was his 7th birthday and they had planned a surprise birthday party while he was at the beach. Wben tbey went to fetch him he wasn't there...my father only 13 years old and a very good swimmer...dove under water searching until he found the poor lad who had drowned . My father found his body and carried him out to his mother. This happened in 1933. I think it really affected my father god bless him...i heard this story many times growing up. My dad died at the age of 80..miss you dad..love you forever
I was a lifeguard for many years, and have had to help look for a missing swimmer more than once. Sometimes we could save them and sometimes not. Especially at the ocean, where we feel so bad but glad we could recover the body for the family. And no, you never forget those instances, but they do become present way in the back of your mind so you can't pull them up unless something specific reminds you of them. Life goes on, and you do the best you can. That's all any human can do. You try to leave the sad and bad behind.
It's amazing how one short life can have such a deep impact on the lives of others. So never think that your life is not important, or that your voice is not heard.
How sweet, Ron is a sweetheart. What a great feeling it must be to know someone else is looking after your brothers grave for SO many years. This is a great story.
The person who kept leaving the flowers was Ronald Seymour-Westborough, now 84 years of age, he was the boy's friends and also the person who found his body. He's been visiting the grave since he was 18 years old and said that he misses his friend a lot. He met with the boy's sister and they both talked about Karl. But they still don't know who's the person leaving the poems.
silentj624 yeah im not forcing you or anything but watching the full video from start to finish is the best way to experience it. Like there’s some mystery in it. You can also see the man who’s leaving the flowers
my theory : the mystery person who visit the grave and leave poems etc.. is feeling guilty because: 1. he accidentally killed the victim.... swimming together playing in the water..etc 2. he saw the victim struggling and he did not help or he was afraid to help, shocked, he was young and didn't know what to do or how to react!
@@daeux How many questions "can" you handle ? What age was the boy or a possible perpetrator? Was it on whim ? Just an impulse of using force? Do serial killers act the same way ? Is possible regret possible or evident? Is only sadness or grief "present" in the letters? Have you made or lost friends? Are they still alive? If you did "lose friends or companions, then why? Did you make mistakes you did not know about? Was it clear or beforehand told what they expected or did you tell them what solidarity or democracy was ? Was something breached or broken? Have you (already) apologized , did they? Was apology accepted or word afterwards held? Was an emotion (or thought) inside that did not permit apology or did not permit an apology to be given (made , held)? Please tell me if you have already lost friends, or what including points (subjects) might have been; anything from cheating, lying, not keeping secrets or confiding in , keeping appointments ....bla bla bla. Otherwise you would not need to explain your privacy or inner "legal system" to me, as I seem to know how all "friendships" seem to work or not work, as humans seem to meet or greet each other much (daily) ... or just remain companions , never become close friends (get warm) or separate quickly again !! Humans seem to go through a testing , trial or experimentation phase or a max miller, seems to have "OD'ed" with "no real friends around"? (What do you think ?) Is it easy for you to make friends, is it easy to hold or keep friends, how much effort do you put into friends, when do you not put much effort into friends ? I seem to know many questions ...(or all answers) ...or that many humans will not impart to you their seeming friendship "rules" or possibly some have already left you, which kept you baffled or not ! (and those also will not send you flowers or letters !!) I don't know how old you are ...or if you know this friendship "game". (It seems we have also not met in person either, otherwise we would not be writing here in youtube) We are before the friendship "game" ...or possibly start "fresh". No one has been enticed by the others' appearance ! (one point) Sometimes that fresh start is better ...(or will you not communicate with me, as you have not seen me?) Through the many questions I have posed throughout my life a certain logic or thesis "package" arises, which mostly can be or remains to be tested or investigated further, if "you" are really interested. So how do you get your answers from your companions or friends to feel secure or loved ?
I agree though, something more happened out there than what they're claiming, and its been kept a secret. Twenty five boys go up to a lake and only one is off by himself in the lake before anyone else notices? I mean c'mon... kids are terrible liars, and that smacks of total bullshit. Something else happened and they all agreed to take it to their graves, but the guilt and/or remorse over whatever that is has been the motivator for leaving gifts at his grave all these years.
I love how the BBC create beautiful stories. They are well done and heartwarming. There is a difference how the U.S. ones are done and how the British do theirs. It's much more pleasant to watch. -- I just love the editing, music, speech and overall composition of the features as the are so wonderful to watch. Thanks!
@Gulan Ahmed I don't think it's strange at all. To me it is a beautiful and poignant story. A friend of mine died tragically when we were both only 7 years old. I am 68 now and I have never forgotten him. Sadly I don't know where he is buried but if I did, I would make sure to visit his grave regularly.
Especially in today’s world when many people are to “busy” to get to know their neighbors & with cell phone & the internet most folks dont have the attention span of gnat making them incapable of recognizing what’s most important in this brief our brief existence called life, are the relationships we have of those we love, it’s the most important thing we should all cherish. We come into the world with nothing & leave the same way but we can leave behind to those we love when we’re gone all the beautiful memories we shared. I’ll be 59 next month and I’m lucky I still have the same best friend I met across the street when we were only 8 and I’m so thankful we are still close, no one knows your life like someone who grew up with.
@@LeedsunitedfanRyan Hi Ryan, I'm very well thank you for asking. Though I'll feel a lot happier once I get the covid vaccine. I live across the water in Ireland and the system is a bit different here. But you've just put a thought in my head and I can't for the life of me think why it didn't occur before. I have an old friend who was in the same class at school with me and Seán (my little friend the boy who died). I'll have a chat and see if he remembers. Then I'll see where we go from there. Many thanks for your kindness in thinking of me.
I agree and I don't see why so many here claim he must be homosexual to do so. As I understand it, they'd a very close friendship. He became a police officer due to the incident and is probably very thankful that he's had a nice life due to choosing this career.
I truly have a soft spot for the Englsh ppl, kind polite articulate, a visit to London in '98, I met a true english gentleman, with bowler hat & walking stick... greetings from Singapore.
My grandmother, a Maori woman from New Zealand was the same. She subscribed to the This England magazine. Sadly that type of Englishman/woman is a vanished breed.
Why "amazingly"? Many people in every country are kind, loving and welcoming. I am English and would never do you, or the Kiwi replier a wrong turn ever.
When someone you love dies, you are left with a finite number of memories of that person. When other people share their own memories of your loved one, it both expands your understanding of that person's life and bonds you to the others who also knew him or her. The extra memories are precious gifts. This was a lovely little video.
Yeah, that's true. I awkwardly reached out once to the brother of someone who was murdered who I'd only met once, because she had made a very good impression on me the one time I met her. I felt weird in a way, considering I was a stranger and I only met her once (but she really did make a strong impression!)...but I thought, well, why not, I hope this isn't weird. And indeed, it seemed like he really appreciated my sentiment and shared it with the rest of his family, too.
So true! My autistic/non-verbal brother died five months ago from surgery complications at age 64. He had been in a facility since I was 7. Though we visited him often, I found out so many lovely things about him from his caregivers after the services. They placed a lovely picture that his co-residents and caregivers made on an easel at the service that said "I've gone to feed the birds." They told us he loved to sit by the window and watch the birds at the feeders. I had no idea! What a beautiful thing to ponder! He was lovely!💕😇💕 I miss him.😢
Ps. It is possible that as he was at the age of puberty that the mystery person is someone, girl or boy who was infatuated or felt in love with Karl. Puppy love as I remember it can be quite intense. At age 9 I truly felt myself grown up and in love. I remember the feeling still. Obviously it wasn't true adult love but it seemed so at the time. Not being taken seriously was shattering to me. Those feelings and the scenario is still vivid in my being and mind now after more than 60 years. The descriptions of Karl seem to suggest that he was very loveable. Any lad who'd have shown me any kindness and attention at that age I'd have loved and been a friend for life.
I was thinking too it could be a girl, one of the recent gifts was a red rose which is very much to do with relationships and love, not the friend or famiy kind.. so sweet though.
Well I actually think think this man may have had the crush. He changed his surname after marriage. Usually gay couples do this. Otherwise men just don't normally. Its sad.
I had a longtime childhood friend that passed in his early 20's, after we had gone our separate ways a few years earlier. This inspires me to visit him again and apologize for not being there for him.
My son his name is Jeremiyah Alford was killed n July 30th 2016. He was 12 yrs old 💔😢 he was my only son and even though it's been 2yrs I still til this day cry like a baby wen i think of him. I miss him like crazy. And 2 my son in his young life had touched soooo many ppl I had no idea how many ppl knew my son, and they where adults! 💔😢💔 I'm a young mom that lost a child very young and true the hurt n pain is always present. I hv not yet got justice for my sons death 😢 I probably never will I want and need him to know I love and miss him terribly I think of him Everyday he will Always b in my heart and thoughts. This story is truly amazing Ty for sharing 💔😢
Sorry for your loss.I hope this some how comforts you. But Children always know their momma's love them with all their heart.. it's unconditional..& is forever! 💓
I moved to a small countryside village after my husband died whilst serving in Afghanastan.I couldn't go to Robert's grave very often,so I decided to tidy up and take care of 3 young men killed in WW1.They were lucky to be buried back home.Many were left in the trenches.I asked about,but no one knew the history behind the head stones.It did me good looking after their graves.When I left,I handed the reigns over to friends to tend them I think it's important.
You know, I live across the road from a cemetery across the street. (USA)You've inspired me to do the same. And bonus! I need to walk more. Great idea. Thanx 💞
Am so sorry for your loss god bless you and your family may you have strength and courage. Do take care of yourself as the deceased would want that xoxoxo
One friend became a police officer, to help people, and one friend became a doctor, to help people. Such a young man, and he still inspired so much goodness ❤
"And he's still touching people", wow, beautiful story. Sorry for your loss Ann and family, and not to mention Ron and the mystery person leaving the poems. Did you ever find out who it was?
Maybe you both should have watched the whole docu then .. or at least fastforwarded it if you could be assed to .. it was the kid who found him drowned on the beach ..pft ..aww sad yeah ..so sad you two couldn't be assed to watch and find out
James Black check out 17:45, the reporter says that Ron cares for the grave but he’s only ever left flowers. The person who left the poems is still unknown. I guess you didn’t watch that part. Please watch the full video so you can know the story. Enjoy, 😊
Or possible he was responsible for his death, accidentally, or was afraid to try to save him, or maybe egged him on to swim out further. Visiting a grave for that amount of time and in secret, must have been more than that they were just friends.
Thank you for this touching story. I lost my best friend when I was 4 years old. I pray for him every day for the past 62 years. Your documentary has inspired me to search out Doug and his family. Thank you!
Beautiful documentary, I am really glad that Ann has found some closure. And the fact that Ron became a police cadet because of his deceased friend made me tear up.
Los niños crecen ,pero tienen hermanos, se enamoran , se casan generalmente con personas de otros condados o de otras ciudades ,las propiedades cambian de dueños, los hijos estudian en colegios que no son los mismos colegios que estudiaron los padres, etc,etc........esa historia solo sucede en las películas. mas que todo desde 1947. puedes regresar a tu cuidad de origen y no encontraras a nadie......solo pon una cámara de vídeo vigilancia .
I agree with them deciding to not put a camera to catch the visitor. A camera would be very intrusive at a graveyard. I’m happy to see she finally got a answers! Very sweet lady 💕
What an amazing story about the mystery person leaving flowers on the grave. I was in tears. What an amazing story. My father died from a heart attack at the age of 64 back in the 1980s. He said to me, ill see you tomorrow Martin, he died that same night. The hurt never goes away.
Nya Alfonsa Carmeli Morris IT'S STILL PURE, YOU MUST CHOOSE WISELY THOUGH!!! INSTEAD OF FOCUSING ON THE SUPERFICIAL, FOCUS ON THINGS THAT REALLY MATTER.
What a lovely story and what a lovely boy he must have been. Sad but still being remembered after all these years. My brother passed away 24 years ago and people that he met over the years still visit him it’s a comforting feeling . God Bless
I have a friend whom I’ve met from a chatroom several years ago. We never met in person but we constantly chat. We would spend hours chatting & he became sort of a confidante. We are both Americans but I live in Canada for the most part. We were supposed to meet for the first time in 2020 when I planned my vacation to US but then covid happened. Sadly, he died of covid, so we never got the chance to meet in person. But we were friends on facebook so that’s how I found out about his passing. For the first time in 2022, I went to his grave. I stayed for 2 months in the US & I was able to visit his grave 3 times & most of the time I would spend time there for at least half an hour, talk to him & leave flowers.. I don’t know him personally, but we knew a lot of stuffs about each other that most people in my close circle don’t even know. Not even my wife, or parents or siblings or any other friends. He was like my online best friend. How I wish I’ve met him even once.. Given the chance, I woukd always visit his grave & leave flowers everytime.. But now I’m back in Canada.. May he rest in peace.
Oh yeah, right ! She's not interested in the mystery letter writer .... she wants or needs to get laid ! (I get it !) Are you sure you got it ? Her brother is dead or possibly murdered ... a mystery letter man evades something or alludes to in poem.... and she needs to get laid !?? Yeah...humanity has culminated to the finest !!
Spoiler alert: The man who was leaving the flowers said "It was just the two of us who dragged him out." maybe it was the other person who dragged the body from the water who was leaving the letters? The poet?
Your hearing seems to be perfect ... but no question was posed : "The other who "?? Soda in a bag sound nice and tasty, "do they sell it in your neck of the woods"?
I lost my caring elder sister when she was only 7. I was 5 yrs old. it's been 31 years now and I still miss her terribly! I still sometimes cry for her because I believe I probably wouldn't have suffered so much in life had she not died. I will see her in Paradise someday. I miss you Lizzy
This is amazing. That boy's life has been remarkable even if he passed away very young. The way he touched people's lives. I wonder who sent the poems though. They could have just left a camera.
every once in a while I used to leave a pack of tobacco in an alley where smone close I used to know once drew his last breath. I wasn't present at that time, but smone who was present told me that's where he OD'ed. one day a shopkeeper hailed me as I left and told me she had often seen a translucent like figure hangin around the exact spot when she closed her shop at night around 10.30 to 11.00pm. since I had a site nearby thr I found myself sometimes waiting there to see for myself if I could see this for my own self. I never did tho,and even if I did I really would not know what my reaction would be. even passing by thr to make that occasional awkward drop of tobacco had me feeling overwhelmed in one way another. he had no family, so maybe his only place of comfort was perhaps that of one which he was familiar with . we often used to talk about the indifference & isolation we felt & had to face when we quit, and he being much older to me used to always encourage and tell me about the potentials and possibilities that lay ahead on the other side when one could quit. perhaps that's just the right place for some of us to linger or be in the end. we used to joke about how even ghosts at graveyards are afraid of junkies because they didn't want to get ripped off by us. at least he's not alone, as so many people lost their lives along that alley stretch back then. today the alley has been totally cleaned up and people can actually park their cars thr. but I often wonder, is he still there because there is rejection in that realm too.
For all of you saying "a camera would have solved it": In the video the lady said that she didn't want to place a camera next to her brother's grave, it was her personal decision, and also we wouldn't be watching this beautiful video and amazing story if she have done the cam thing. What can you do with just a camera? Just get someone's face. Are you going to print thousand of images with that face and ask people for information about that person? No. Sister is amazing for not solving it with a cam. Shouts out for the people helping her to solve the mystery!
She would have had to get permission from the diocese, who probably would not have given it. It is admirable that she didn't want to intrude on the privacy of others, not just of whoever was leaving the flowers, but also of people who were visiting the graves nearby.
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I worked with a young guy who's mom in her 40's has it 😲 her mother died of it and he has to live with not knowing. I was complaining at work and he tells me that and, well....I stopped complaining and thanked him. We became close after that ❣️
Xtina Coe w
Xtina Coe aww
What if the man is gay is what he did that matters and for me is was a lesson today i can take a leaf out of what he did we so quick to forget family and friends when they passed on. So respect the man and learn from him
I was a very young nurse when a patient in his 90's befriended me in the nursing home I worked at. He was a precious soul and had been very active in our towns early life. So I was 70 years younger than him. After some time he passed away. He had no family so I would visit his grave and put flowers there. Now Iam 71. I still put flowers on his grave :)❤
Bless you heart
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That’s incredible ❤
That's a kind thing you've done there. I'm sure he looks on from beyond and is very sentimental about his kind young nurse.
I'm a paramedic and I sometimes go to the grave of a patient I couldn't save, I can say sorry
You're amazing for doing that
, God bless you you sound like a good person a kind individual
TAVOR VICEROY VALDOR aww God bless you ...
That’s really nice.
It takes a very special person to do what you do. Bless you for your tender heart!
for 70 years, his friend continued giving him flowers and still remembered their memories together.thats true friendship .
@@hilmiamrullah5082 wat
@@hilmiamrullah5082 normally true friends live to make their friends happy
True friendship - or love.
@@hilmiamrullah5082 Please see a Doctor, a shrink, a clinical psychologist, you choose buddy. You seriously need help..
@@hilmiamrullah5082 your crazy hahaha💥☠😁
I have to compliment the journalist for both her investigative powers and her compassion.
James o brien
I despise her for meddling in someone’s life when someone doesn’t want to be disturbed
@@AuraJewel do you really have to despise someone sir, I don't think so. Maybe you have your reasons though.
Truly
@@AuraJewel Why have compassion for a man’s grave and have no compassion for his sister who misses him dearly? Does your despising have any positive purpose in this perspective?
I need to quit watching politics and start watching stories like this. It gives me faith in humanity again.
I'm joining you on this one
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watch what you love to watch!
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Me too!!! Exactly what I have been feeling!
My brother died last year. Sometimes I found flowers on his grave. And it feels honored to know that someone loves your loved one as much as you do.
Azka T. So true. You are right. Love transcends all emotions when losing a loved one because it is the strongest source of hope we have in each other.
Yes u r right
Sorry to hear about your brother
Sorry for your loss. Your comment speaks volumes about your love for your brother. You are right, it would be heartening to know that a lost loved one was surrounded by love in life and that love lives on.
Sorry for your loss ❤️
My best friend died when I was 10. He was 12. I visit his grave once every week. He died 17 years ago. Kindest kid I've ever known. Taught me so much in such a short time. I'll be forever indebted to him.
It may hurt if I ask but how did he die?
Does it matter?
@@rejim.philip9431 kidney failure.
@@RedRobin1212 To me it does. Would I be wrong in assuming that you are from America?
Yes you would be wrong
There’s a mother and her three year old son who are buried right by my grandmother,I’ve always left flowers for them when I go visit my grandmother’s grave,I decided to look them up online curious about what happened to them,they both died in a car accident it’s very sad,I also found her parents obituaries in the process,so it makes sense that the flowers at their grave has dwindled over the years,so I’m glad that I have been leaving flowers for them since 1996 they died in 95 a year before my grandmother
Awe that's so sweet of you! 😍
I don't know what to say to you but thank you.
God bless you for doing that.
So kind of you 💖🙌🙏
So sweet of you!
What a marvellous story. I was moved to write this poem:
A STRANGER AT MY BROTHER'S GRAVE
For seventy years,
you left your poems;
your flowers, your tears.
I beseech the sky, the sea,
the rockpool, in which,
my brother drowned
to tell me who you are?
But the sky, rockpool
and sea, seem again
flooded with silence.
Neither sun or moon,
will speak your name,
nor utter that word.
I beg, tell me who you are?
If not to the living,
divulge it to the dead.
Please sign your poem
when you next pass
my brother’s grave,
so, I may know, at last!
who that stranger is?
Thank you for taking the time to write this poem. I will make sure Camilla sees it.
Cheers.
That's beautiful!
Lovely
Amazing. Great job
I lost my identical twin brother at 15 , it has completely changed everything in my life and in me . Not a single day has passed without me thinking of him and today at age 43 i still can't celebrate my birthday without celebrating his first, privately . He is buried somewhere in Iceland my homeland , but i don't visit graves , i believe that graves are not a place to remember people , In my case , since we come from the same egg , he is either still alive or i am half dead myself , either way we are never apart , as he still lives in me .
Morgan Olfursson Extremely sorry for your loss. Your words are sad yet, beautiful.
He's Def still alive thru you.
wow Morgan amazing - you will see him again and he is with you and he can hear you when you speak with him - so true about the graves. big hugs to you thank you for sharing. i can feel the love you have for him in your words - incredible.
Morgan Olfursson i think he leaves in you body and soul. He really never left because he is part of you.
awwww hug from belgium
You would think a young boy's death over 80 years ago would not leave a mark but it did. Maybe life is not completely insignificant.
Life is anything but insignificant. Take a step out of what you have been taught and ask yourself this. What if life is not a series of lessons to be learned, but constant reminders on who we are? If you think about any limitations about yourself, You either gave them to yourself or believed someone else about your limits. Walt Whitman wrote The streets are littered with postcards from god.
@@philipchughes beautifully said!! Amazing.....how God intertwined men's life.. where they keep encouraging, getting inspired ...hunn :) God bless.
I've always wondered what my purpose was. Unlike Karl, I was saved from drowning by a Boy Scout when I was 5.
Jesus is all about relationships. Our relationship with Him, God and each other. There is nothing more important in this life
Tom Ly nah life is still insignificant. Consciousness is merely a misstep in evolution
The fact that he was still remembered by his friends was so amazing, he was obviously an amazing person and his death gave those other persons to be inspired to do better in life.
Friends*. Plural. I'm blown away seriously, that kid has so many fans. God bless them all!
Or maybe it was more sinister and they feel guilty
Good comes out of bad... One became a Policeman...one became a Doctor ... Journalist excelled and shone...!
My Dear. MrsSlocombesPuddyCat. Times we R now living through R quite sinister enough, let us hold true to the FRIEND IN DEED BED TIME STORY. I do believe brings us all a Peaceful End to our day. Thank You Family For Sharing Off To Bed Now Sweet Dreams EVERYONE 🥱😴
Affected him
What a beautiful little story.... My best mate died when we were 12 as well, in a canoeing accident... I'm 40 now but every year I take flowers to his grave and will continue to do so until I die.
How lovely this man hasn't forgotten his friend.
Dean Harrison aww 🥰
So you might be somebody's " stranger on my brother's grave" 😊 Beautiful, very beautiful 😊
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👍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
My son's mate got run over nearly ,30 yrs ago his name was gilly an Indian lad it gutted us all he had no face left I lay flowers every yr for him x
This deserves to be made into a film.
Genuine friendship, loyalty something to look up to
I was thinking it would be great if Ann and Ron got married (assuming they'e not already married to someone else!)
It's really sad but a good inspiration for everyone living now in this world. Thank you
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I hold this story in great respect. Being 81, and gay and Intentionally celibate, as my long term relationship ended in 1985. The celibacy didn’t become my choice until after a great deal of uh, research...I realized I had been with the one that was my match for 16 years, and what a gift it was. It became clear, after years of looking, experimenting, etc, that that part of my life was done. Rather than the loneliness I anticipated, the celibacy open huge caverns of internal space, and my life became energetic, creative and fun.....I developed old friendships into much deeper levels, and my few new friendships were committed friendships, not simply opportunities to have casual social acquaintances. I don’t often visit graves, but my heart keeps these friendships alive. I also continue telling stories of their lives, as a way of commemoration,
this might be too short for a full movie, but I could totally see this as a wholesome animated film :)
To go to your buds grave for what, 60 years!? Now that’s a friend!
Angry Gamer 70 years! Not 60
Thats family.
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A True Friend
70, but either way thats a true friend
The most painful part of life is when the person who gives you the best memories becomes a memory. 💔
True!! 😥
so well and truly put
And that memory dies when we die.Reality is cruel 😢.
Hope we can discover something which will uncover this unacceptable phenomena.
Father Freddie, thank you for this post. It is so true.
That was beautiful
"So I gave her a ring...." it took me 5 seconds before figuring out that the RING is not a present but a phone call... hahahah
Me too haha
me too! lol
Ah, are you guys American? Out of curiosity : )
@@lilmisscoopie i am ;) i live in california
@@lilmisscoopie I'm a Singaporean :)
What is quite clear is that such a young boy left a lifelong mark and had an impact on so many people during his short life. He must have been the sweetest boy. What loving sisters.
I like your profile picture
When i was 5 years old i seen my little mate get run over by a car and killed 17th October 1971 i remember it like it was yesterday , its soon to be the 50th Memorial for his death , we where two innocent young kids playing in the street when in fact it could so of easily of been me , iv never forgotten him and neither the innocent driver (who ever he was) sleep well Terry , til we meet again x
I absolutely love old cemeteries and the dead, I bought 4 dozen roses and went to a cemetery from the 1800s and left a rose on every grave. I also clean off their headstones. Ive lost everyone except my father whom I would die for. I just want them to know they're not forgotten and they are very much remembered and loved .
Thanks for doing that 😊😊😀😀👍👍
That's a beautiful thing you've done. Because of you, generations after they died they are not entirely forgotten. You are there honouring their memory and saying their names when there is nobody left that knew and loved them.
How sweet
I lost a baby girl at birth in 1989. She was buried by my aunt and I lived an hour away, and there were so many times I wished I could be there by her grave, instead, I arranged to have fresh flowers brought to her grave every Friday. Ours was a small town so this worked out well. I remember being in town one day and I ran into one of the florists and she told me that she was the one who delivered my baby girl's flowers, and she said she got chills every time she put out the flowers on my Kate's grave. In light of all the tragedy in my baby's birth and death, this was the one measure which brought me some small degree of comfort. She was Catherine Elizabeth Cropper, so loved and still missed. She would have been 32 years old on August 13.
Thank you dear. The souls will forever bless you. What a kind heart you have.
I hope when I pass, someone misses me that much.
why would u like tht person to suffer so muchh i hope everyone forgets me straight awy
@@luisvega666 I like your attitude! Same here. Just want somebody to throw my ash into the wind (it's allowed where I live) and go on with live
Of course someone loves you its just that most people dont know how much love us until we are gone. I used to tell my brother that before he died he was 28 years old and over 350 people showed to his funeral. I always told him i loved him and i would remind him that God loves him most of all before that. Believe me, you are loved!
Natasha, if I am loved - why don't the people who do, show me & tell me? I am 55, never married, no kids.
God loves you and as a child of God, I love you too. If you live your life loving others as God loves, you will find that it is enough to be able to love than to be loved.
What a lovely story. My husband was killed by a drunk driver just 6 days after his 28th birthday...29 years ago now. I still miss him.
Catherine Melnyk Sorry for your loss.. 😳
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Sorry to hear that
I'm so sorry for your loss
Ok why did you have to say that. I’m a mess at the gym now.
I therefore conclude:
Karl was a blessing in disguised to his Friends who were there when the tragedy happened. Imagine one became a police officer and another one became a doctor.
I am sure Karl is smiling up in heaven.
Rest in peace, a very touching story.
Love from the Philippines🇵🇭
@@IamVOLTO but not because of one person.
Bleach I would feel comfortable to be protected or in surgery with a person in power who are there bc they were inspired by another human. It’s the ones that never had power, were bullied, scared, have hate etc that no one should trust
😇 Angels are near
Think of the number of lives that doctor would have gone onto save. Not to mention the policeman. Would be in the thousands.
Bleach you may never know. witnessing a death of a friend can have a huge effect on person’s life, and it is already evident by frequently visiting their friend’s grave, writing poems and leaving flowers and all. that alone shows the friend they lost made a big effect or scar into their lives.
The fact that a 12 year old could have such a great impact in many peoples lives.. TIL THIS DAY.. is more than some people could achieve in a lifetime. God bless his soul🥺💕
Need to take to consideration, at that time people were different kind. Kind of people who could give love to one another with whole their souls. Who is able to appreciate one another. ❤
Sometimes you can push too much in trying to solve a mystery. When Rudolph Valentino died in 1926 at age 31 there was mass hysteria. People began noticing a woman wearing black visited every year on his death date and left a red rose. She became known as the woman in black and was a mystery. Eventually there were copy cats, Later it was revealed she was Miss Ditra Flame. She was in the hospital when she was 14 and expected to die. Her mother asked Valentino to visit her. He came several times giving her a red rose. He told her she would survive and live a long time and if he died first would she visit so he wouldn't be all alone.She did so annually for 30 years. After that she went occasionally at other times of the year due to the copy cats. She died alone in her home in 1984 in Ontario, California, She never married and had mementos of Valentino in her house. She was buried in San Jacinto, California.
Megan Johnson aww that’s so sad
Arh this is sad but kinda sweet and both not forgotten, they made that deal an she uphold it ♥️ he was not alone she did keep her promise and visit him xxx
Wow, thanks for sharing that!💜
@@tygersflowerz What details sound exaggerated or made up? I didn't find this story so unusual. How can one annual visit to someone's grave be considered fanaticism? I mean, if she visited every day, that would be a little off the edge, but once annually?? And just because she never married doesn't mean she wasted her whole life pining away for Valentino. Many unmarried women accomplish great things, thank you very much! And so what that she had some mementos of Valentino? He was a fabulously famous man and she met him personally. That doesn't make her a fanatic.
@@fleurettemvangulden7883 A head case? Come on! What "antics?" She visited Valentinos grave once a year and left a rose. Big deal. Mentally married to a dead??? Do you have more facts than what Megan Johnson posted? If not, I think you're reading far too much into this story.
I'm surprised the sister didn't want to hide a surveillance camera, facing the grave.
I bet the priest knows or is the person leaving the letters.
When I was 12yrs old, I went into an small old cemetery near my home. I was reading some of the names, and how old the people were when they died. I noticed the majority of people were old men. There was only one kid...a 12yrs old girl. I stood there thinking "will she be forever be 12yrs old?" For several years I walked past that cemetery to go to school. I never saw anything on her grave. On a few other graves there were flowers. So one day I put a daisy, and a rock on her grave (a rock just in case she's Jewish). I live far away now. A couple of times (8years apart) I've used Google Street to see if she has anything on her grave. Nope. You might wonder why I'm interested in her grave. Well it's because i knew a 10yrs old girl that died when I was 10yrs old. I was the last to speak to her at a club. I didn't know her family. I can't remember her name. I don't know where she's buried. But I wish I could tell her parents her last words were to me "I will get you orange juice." She walked a few steps away from me, and then collapsed. I ran as fast as I could to a doctor that was giving a speech in another room. He did his best to help her. The ambulance came fast. I also wanted to tell her parents she loved singing on the bus. A week later the doctor said to me "she died of a brain aneurysm. She had never woken up after collapsing." I wasn't able to visit her grave. But I could visit the 12yrs old's grave, to give her attention that she should have.
Samantha Peters I would have hidden camera
Samantha, pls find the records from the Doctor/Hospital where she was taken to and contact her family...the last words to her family means the world to them...today, i feel blessed that i was lucky to know my father's last words...He met with an accident on his morning walk and slipped into coma and died the very same day. My sister went to the same spot where he met with an accident and asked other people walking/jogging about the accident and one gentleman told her that he saw my dad being put in an ambulance and he was only saying..."call Amol...Call Amol..." (my name is Amol..he was saying this in Hinidi)...this made me feel so much better when i got to know...the departed person never comes back but such memories do remain FOREVER and they are so PRECIOUS...just what my name means...pls contact the family of the girl....and YOU ARE AN AMAZING SOUL to still relate and remember the 10 year old girl and visit some other 12 year old girl's grave...God bless you!!!
Samantha Peters I always get curious by children's graves, because beyond their parents, usually rarely few people would care enough to visit a child's grave. When did the poor 12 years old died? There's Find A Grave site, where you can put a virtual flower on her grave page
Samantha Peters in my province, there was a grave near our house and our grandmother was buried there (she recently passed away in 2017) and when I was roaming around with my cousin, we saw two graves that were for children, one was for a 10 year old, the grave always had jellos and some candies (I live in Philippines) and a baby that was born in the new year but unfortunately died after birth. It’s sad to think they were young but died immediately:((
This is so sad
My father once told me, and he wasn't a man to speak of emotional things... He watched a young girl, 3 or 4 years old, get caught up in a whirlpool and pulled under while they swam at the beach. He said he was about 8 at the time and could see from the edge of the water. I'm not sure if he was frozen in fear, or maybe no one else was seeing what was happening, but you could tell that it still caused him pain. He was in his 60's when we talked about it... I guess sometimes the feeling of guilt never leaves you, even if there was nothing you could do.
So some one in group saw his last moment! Please come forward forward for God Sake!
David Ran What do you mean, come forward? This comment is talking about a little girl, in a totally separate incident. A person in their 60s wasn’t even born when this happened.
Allie Renon Your comment makes no sense. And David was talking about the video.
David Ran are you dumb?
Shannon the feeling of guilt never leaves you
My aunt died a few years ago, way too young. She was loved by a lot of people. For some reason my uncle gets SO angry if he sees some flowers/letters etc on her grave that he or the family didn't place there. I don 't get it... I would be so touched and happy to see that others are remembering my wife
Maybe a secret between wife and husband that you don't need to know we don't need to know everything about people we know and love
Ps GOD BLESS YOU 🙏
Jealous beyond death
That generation.was pure. They were kind hearted. They are people. To be remembered.
Totally agree x
Yeah, unlike nowadays.
Traveller Haris true ❤️❤️
Generation has nothing to do with it
@@aw8327 It actually does. People had morals and standards back then, and genuine affection for one another. These days it seems to be more about "likes" and short lived appraisal, which are forgotten 2 or 3 days later because the next fad comes up.
I lost my brother at 14 years old to Asthma back in 1989 and he still touches people now. We still remember him and who he was. You never forget and I certainly wont forget him.
Wile E Coyote
That's hard to deal with, especially being so young, at 14, losing a sibling like that. He's still here in spirit, a person is never truly "gone". May he rest in peace. You'll see each other again.
I never knew until now to take asthma attacks seriously. I really had no clue.
I am sorry about your brother. There was an incident that took place when I was in high school, and the death of that girl changed things for me. There had been a party, which I did not attend. A girl was sexually assaulted and killed. I lived in a small town and although many kids knew who had done it, nobody said anything. I couldn't understand that mentality. I understood that bad people do awful things, but why would normal, middle class kids cover up a sexual assault? Because of it, I wanted answers. I went on to study criminology in order to delve into the motivations of people.
Wile E Coyote I'm sorry to hear that your brother died. I don't know what it's like. I've died myself 3 times through lung problems. God bless your family.
Thank you princessaz79 :)
So sorry to hear of your lose Wile E Coyote it must have been devastating especially at such a young age.
A friend died in a massive unexplainable bombing many years ago. I have never been able to to talk to anyone about it. It’s surreal. I visit her grave (which doesn’t have her body) and I place flowers when I can. The shock of her death will never go away. Her Mum and Dad know nothing of me. December will and has continually been the worst month. I can understand fully how someone can place flowers on a grave and will want to be anonymous.
I know you don't know me but I'm genuinely sorry for your loss I think it is a true testament to what an amazing person you are to not only remember her but to pay your respects when you can if the world had more people like you it'd be a kinder and more pleasant place to be too much hate and mean spirited toxicity in the air nowadays your story moved me a lot stay safe and well in these uncertain times x
Maybe one day you can meet her parents and tell them stories of your friendship with their daughter Iam sure they would love to meet you
It would probably be a comfort to them to meet you. To know their child was so loved that someone still mourns her. I wish I knew if anyone visits the graves of my dad and step dad 🥺❤️
FYI offered in respect. A marker where there is no body is called a cenotaph.
this was nice of you to share, its like your landlocked in your mind! everyone is different.
One of my closest friends died 30 years ago on May 3rd 1992, I still remember so much about him and still miss his antics, he died in tragic circumstances. You never forget.
The journalist was brilliant in this, well done.
Just imagine for 70 years Karl's grave was being taken care of by someone the immediate family didn't know about. That was freakin' amazing!
Richie Rich yes this is so strange, to think someone cared so much about him to keep returning and leaving things there all whilst the family had no idea who the person was, you would’ve thought Karl would’ve mentioned them to his parents etc? Or had something with the name on
Not just someone, at least two someones.
Batwoman true
Is that all you got from the story ?
Freakin amazing is, that the poetry writer or letter"man" was not solved.
Richie Rich maybe is the mother
They say there are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken of for the last time.
though unnamed; every being; every moment; every deed; reverberates into the future. ashes to ashes; dust to dust; quarried stones to minerals; endures like must. fail, and yet again, strive to walk with care and leave loving footprints, if only in the sands.
Vin Soriano That comment went deep into my mind. Something to think about. There are people that have been dead in history , example first president George Washington. Do those type of names still fall under your comment. OR do you mean non famous people ???
sol rayz nice.
Or when their DNA and memory ceases. I think about my great great great grandparents although I don’t know their name
Vin Soriano wow that’s so incredibly sad. Reminds me of a part in an old Shirley temple movie
This is true friendship. People going to your grave many many years after your death. People now a days just move on with thier lives. These old generations hold more loyalty than today's people.
Absolutely agree with you. Now life is a rat race. Materialistic with no emotions, or shortlived emotions and then people move on. But old is always gold. We are limited editions who are still bound and moved with not only our feelings but with others too.
Today’s people have zero respect or loyalty. They will walk over you for a discounted item on Black Friday, or would rather take their cameras out - than reach out to help another.
This is simply not true
Rft'
It's not about loyalty, it's about the stressfulness of today. We literally even walk quicker than we did 20 years ago. Life is fast now and you have to let go off some things or otherwise you're going to be left behind or slowed down from the heavy weight (or you know, that's how it feels). We also come across more people today than ever before (unless you live out in nowhere i guess). We've learnt when to let go, and statistically we are more atheistic than ever before - There might not be anything more after this.
I wish you could compromise the calmer days with some of the wisdom we have today.
When I was 11 a boy a year older than me died in a tragic accident and I have visited his graver for years. This story is really resonating with me. I really hope Mrs. Kear finds her answers.
What a simply lovely documentary. I was actually saddened when it was over with. It was so well put together I didn't want it to end.
I agree, so beautiful, I truly enjoyed it.
Sussie Due yes so lovely sweet
So true, Sussie. I hope they have a part 2, part 3, part 4, etc. This is a really touching story.
S
It was so sweet! Amazing that one short life could change the lives of others.
It’s so generous of his sister to be in her old age and still have the spirt to enquire about her brother 😢😃
A true friend... he remebered for 70 years... not many are like this man
People remember their childhood friends, especially if said friends died young. Not downplaying anything that wonderful old man has done!
@@Moredhel83 not many are like this simply because they have died too.
It boggles my mind why the sister never asked her parents what the brother was like.
Wonderful story! For almost 50 years my grandfather didn't have a head stone, we always looked for the man next to him to find him ~ we were finally able to purchase one ~ but we always left flowers for both of them. Now, Mom left 8 years ago so I'm still leaving them for a man we didn't know. May they all rest in peace 🕊️
A police and a doctor. Interesting. Both professions save lives. Could be survivor's guilt. They saw him drown but couldn't save him.
One life brought on two saviors who in their way saved many more lives and all because one died for that. It is remarkable.
@@WendyLopezGazquez Is that maybe why God lets something like that happen? To teach other people something ?
@@wilsonblauheuer6544 God does not 'let things happen.' We are the product of our collective choices which, in turn, are the result of free will -- for better or for worse, which is entirely subjective. Free will is only possible in the context of Love. And who can know of God's grace at the moment of death? It has always been and will always only be about Love. We are perpetually safe, in terms of our everlasting soul, and are learning to live without fear and entirely within Love.
@@wilsonblauheuer6544 There are no gods so no need to worry about that there is just life and death and what we do in between
The Mouse hush negative nel
Its a small thing, but I love the production didn't edit the reveal with sweeping music, etc. Just a genuine human moment of connection. Well done
True. Music is more a distraction and a pain in the ar... in most of modern docus these days. Also voice overs.
I love that in decades this little boy hasn't been forgotten and won't be anytime soon!
The woman is such a sweetheart. I am so happy she found her peace ! And for him it must be a relief as well.
You live only as long as the last person who remembers you
Sweet Pea, we are all offered everlasting life! What you say only goes for life here on earth, but it is not the life that matters.
Amen to that.
This is really touching
Watch the Animated Movie COCO! I 100% agree
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Reason why UA-cam is important, nice story and memory of a child who died. thanks
Glad you enjoyed the film Andy. You might also enjoy this film too ua-cam.com/video/GofREVeNbcw/v-deo.html
Don't forget about all the skateboarding cat videos
Why not set up a security camera by his grave?🤔
The wonderful thing about this story is the positive effect Karl had on those around him....even at such a young age...and that those effects have lasted through many decades...which keeps his memory alive in others. A reminder to us all that no matter how alone in the world we might feel....at least someone....somewhere remembers us....and hopefully for the positive things we have done...
Rosy O'Rose what a heartwarming thought. thank you.
he was an angel. angels live among us.
It's a Wonderful Life
What an inspiration Karl has been! Most of all for Ann, and Ron... Yet also, for all the other people who met up and shared their memories of Karl. We all leave tracks in life -- may they be for good.
Rosy O'Rose
And then those who were inspired by Karl, probably had an impact on many, many people. Like a pebble tossed in a pond.
A childhood friend always puts flowers on my mum's grave it just so overwhelming beautiful to me.
I really respect the young woman's compassion for getting to the bottom of this strange tale. Bless her big heart!♥️♥️♥️
When the sister said she wished she had more time with him, I wanted to cry. Karl was loved and had such an effect on so many people and his friend never forgot him and what a trauma for him as a young boy. The poems are written is likely someone from the scout group as well.
very interesting story. Not nearly as mysterious, but when my grandmother passed away at 97 my dad had her buried in her small home town next to her husband. Due to her advanced age, there were very few left alive who knew her. At her graveside service was my father, his cousin, and one woman who they didn't know. Dad approached her and she explained that my grandmother had been her girl scout troop leader. Grandma was born 1905 so she was probably a troop leader in the 1930s-40s..she died in 2003.
Nice that one of your grandmother's former girl scouts came to her funeral. Glad she lived til 97.
Aw
Douglas W, what a gift this lovely woman gave your father!
This made me cry for some reason
How did she know your grandmother had died ?
The handwriting of the poems is so beautiful!
When my fatber was 13 years old he sent swimming at tbe beach and there was a young boy age 7 his parents sent him to the beach which was a few blocks away from home it was his 7th birthday and they had planned a surprise birthday party while he was at the beach. Wben tbey went to fetch him he wasn't there...my father only 13 years old and a very good swimmer...dove under water searching until he found the poor lad who had drowned . My father found his body and carried him out to his mother. This happened in 1933. I think it really affected my father god bless him...i heard this story many times growing up. My dad died at the age of 80..miss you dad..love you forever
Carole AL Madani Sorry for your loss.. He'll always be a hero..
Rest in peace to your dad he sounds like a good man..
A hero at age 13...what a dad!
I was a lifeguard for many years, and have had to help look for a missing swimmer more than once. Sometimes we could save them and sometimes not. Especially at the ocean, where we feel so bad but glad we could recover the body for the family. And no, you never forget those instances, but they do become present way in the back of your mind so you can't pull them up unless something specific reminds you of them. Life goes on, and you do the best you can. That's all any human can do. You try to leave the sad and bad behind.
It's amazing how one short life can have such a deep impact on the lives of others. So never think that your life is not important, or that your voice is not heard.
I can understand why Ann did not want cameras put up. In this instance, in a cemetery, it almost seems like it would be invasion of privacy.
Haha daft lol invation of privacy these people are having a laugh, dont think the residents will care🙂
@@stevesdrumfun1600 yall have no respect for the dead or family or smt ?
@@thevipblink8571 Should we tell him about how we people respect dead people?
@@starwolfcyberlight4546 i guess🤔
@@starwolfcyberlight4546 You can't teach these idiots anything.
That’s a life long friendship that never ended.
How sweet, Ron is a sweetheart. What a great feeling it must be to know someone else is looking after your brothers grave for SO many years. This is a great story.
If that had hapened to me i would never be able to thank him enough this man 👨 is an earth angel 😇
The person who kept leaving the flowers was Ronald Seymour-Westborough, now 84 years of age, he was the boy's friends and also the person who found his body. He's been visiting the grave since he was 18 years old and said that he misses his friend a lot. He met with the boy's sister and they both talked about Karl. But they still don't know who's the person leaving the poems.
Marvel girl it wasn’t even an update though it’s in the video
@@nandeto1097 yes, but now I don't have to watch the video.
Thanks girl!
silentj624 yeah im not forcing you or anything but watching the full video from start to finish is the best way to experience it. Like there’s some mystery in it. You can also see the man who’s leaving the flowers
@@nandeto1097 it's not that serious
my theory : the mystery person who visit the grave and leave poems etc.. is feeling guilty because:
1. he accidentally killed the victim.... swimming together playing in the water..etc
2. he saw the victim struggling and he did not help or he was afraid to help, shocked, he was young and didn't know what to do or how to react!
Interesting thesis and possibly exact . he "accidentally" killed the victim or on purpose.
@@Vajrabrother yes not on purpose! why would someone kill another on purpose and go visit the grave and leave flower and shit.
@@daeux How many questions "can" you handle ? What age was the boy or a possible perpetrator? Was it on whim ? Just an impulse of using force? Do serial killers act the same way ? Is possible regret possible or evident? Is only sadness or grief "present" in the letters? Have you made or lost friends? Are they still alive? If you did "lose friends or companions, then why? Did you make mistakes you did not know about? Was it clear or beforehand told what they expected or did you tell them what solidarity or democracy was ? Was something breached or broken? Have you (already) apologized , did they? Was apology accepted or word afterwards held? Was an emotion (or thought) inside that did not permit apology or did not permit an apology to be given (made , held)? Please tell me if you have already lost friends, or what including points (subjects) might have been; anything from cheating, lying, not keeping secrets or confiding in , keeping appointments ....bla bla bla. Otherwise you would not need to explain your privacy or inner "legal system" to me, as I seem to know how all "friendships" seem to work or not work, as humans seem to meet or greet each other much (daily) ... or just remain companions , never become close friends (get warm) or separate quickly again !! Humans seem to go through a testing , trial or experimentation phase or a max miller, seems to have "OD'ed" with "no real friends around"? (What do you think ?) Is it easy for you to make friends, is it easy to hold or keep friends, how much effort do you put into friends, when do you not put much effort into friends ?
I seem to know many questions ...(or all answers) ...or that many humans will not impart to you their seeming friendship "rules" or possibly some have already left you, which kept you baffled or not ! (and those also will not send you flowers or letters !!)
I don't know how old you are ...or if you know this friendship "game".
(It seems we have also not met in person either, otherwise we would not be writing here in youtube) We are before the friendship "game" ...or possibly start "fresh". No one has been enticed by the others' appearance ! (one point) Sometimes that fresh start is better ...(or will you not communicate with me, as you have not seen me?)
Through the many questions I have posed throughout my life a certain logic or thesis "package" arises, which mostly can be or remains to be tested or investigated further, if "you" are really interested.
So how do you get your answers from your companions or friends to feel secure or loved ?
@@daeux "why would someone kill another on purpose and go visit the grave and leave flower and shit."
Answer: Guilt.
I agree though, something more happened out there than what they're claiming, and its been kept a secret. Twenty five boys go up to a lake and only one is off by himself in the lake before anyone else notices? I mean c'mon... kids are terrible liars, and that smacks of total bullshit. Something else happened and they all agreed to take it to their graves, but the guilt and/or remorse over whatever that is has been the motivator for leaving gifts at his grave all these years.
I love how the BBC create beautiful stories. They are well done and heartwarming. There is a difference how the U.S. ones are done and how the British do theirs. It's much more pleasant to watch. -- I just love the editing, music, speech and overall composition of the features as the are so wonderful to watch. Thanks!
Yes....classy and tasteful !!!!
My sister died at age 14. We still count every birthday since and she would have been 37 years this year July 8th. Precious memories.....
Her birthday is in a few days! May she Rest In Peace.
Yes, Sunday. Came upon this video by chance....and read these comments to find a further extension. So many of us are hurting & in need....
Yes everyday its terrible losing ur loved one mine is many but dad my father the worse just miss an dream of him so much love u my daddy
Lyndy-Ann Phillip-York happy birthday for tomorrow to your lost loved one x
Happy 37th birthday 💚
Life is so strange when an 80 yrs old man visits his childhood’s best friend which is still 12
@Gulan Ahmed I don't think it's strange at all. To me it is a beautiful and poignant story. A friend of mine died tragically when we were both only 7 years old. I am 68 now and I have never forgotten him. Sadly I don't know where he is buried but if I did, I would make sure to visit his grave regularly.
bahoonies I may have used the wrong word as I’m a non english speaker, and yes its so beautiful, one of my favorite stories
Especially in today’s world when many people are to “busy” to get to know their neighbors & with cell phone & the internet most folks dont have the attention span of gnat making them incapable of recognizing what’s most important in this brief our brief existence called life, are the relationships we have of those we love, it’s the most important thing we should all cherish. We come into the world with nothing & leave the same way but we can leave behind to those we love when we’re gone all the beautiful memories we shared. I’ll be 59 next month and I’m lucky I still have the same best friend I met across the street when we were only 8 and I’m so thankful we are still close, no one knows your life like someone who grew up with.
@@LeedsunitedfanRyan Hi Ryan, I'm very well thank you for asking. Though I'll feel a lot happier once I get the covid vaccine. I live across the water in Ireland and the system is a bit different here. But you've just put a thought in my head and I can't for the life of me think why it didn't occur before. I have an old friend who was in the same class at school with me and Seán (my little friend the boy who died). I'll have a chat and see if he remembers. Then I'll see where we go from there. Many thanks for your kindness in thinking of me.
@@bahooniesdon't take the vaccine ... the common flu never had permanent cure ...forget about covid Mr.Damien
What a great friend to even visit you for years after death
I agree and I don't see why so many here claim he must be homosexual to do so. As I understand it, they'd a very close friendship. He became a police officer due to the incident and is probably very thankful that he's had a nice life due to choosing this career.
I truly have a soft spot for the Englsh ppl, kind polite articulate, a visit to London in '98, I met a true english gentleman, with bowler hat & walking stick... greetings from Singapore.
My grandmother, a Maori woman from New Zealand was the same. She subscribed to the This England magazine. Sadly that type of Englishman/woman is a vanished breed.
Why "amazingly"? Many people in every country are kind, loving and welcoming. I am English and would never do you, or the Kiwi replier a wrong turn ever.
When someone you love dies, you are left with a finite number of memories of that person. When other people share their own memories of your loved one, it both expands your understanding of that person's life and bonds you to the others who also knew him or her. The extra memories are precious gifts. This was a lovely little video.
Well said, Madeleine! Thank you for expressing it so well.
Madeleine Brown - very well stated
Yeah, that's true. I awkwardly reached out once to the brother of someone who was murdered who I'd only met once, because she had made a very good impression on me the one time I met her. I felt weird in a way, considering I was a stranger and I only met her once (but she really did make a strong impression!)...but I thought, well, why not, I hope this isn't weird. And indeed, it seemed like he really appreciated my sentiment and shared it with the rest of his family, too.
Madeleine Brown
Eloquent
Thank you
So true! My autistic/non-verbal brother died five months ago from surgery complications at age 64. He had been in a facility since I was 7. Though we visited him often, I found out so many lovely things about him from his caregivers after the services. They placed a lovely picture that his co-residents and caregivers made on an easel at the service that said "I've gone to feed the birds." They told us he loved to sit by the window and watch the birds at the feeders. I had no idea! What a beautiful thing to ponder! He was lovely!💕😇💕 I miss him.😢
Ps. It is possible that as he was at the age of puberty that the mystery person is someone, girl or boy who was infatuated or felt in love with Karl. Puppy love as I remember it can be quite intense. At age 9 I truly felt myself grown up and in love. I remember the feeling still. Obviously it wasn't true adult love but it seemed so at the time. Not being taken seriously was shattering to me. Those feelings and the scenario is still vivid in my being and mind now after more than 60 years.
The descriptions of Karl seem to suggest that he was very loveable. Any lad who'd have shown me any kindness and attention at that age I'd have loved and been a friend for life.
+globalman - That's certainly a possibility.
I was thinking too it could be a girl, one of the recent gifts was a red rose which is very much to do with relationships and love, not the friend or famiy kind.. so sweet though.
That was my first thought too
Well I actually think think this man may have had the crush. He changed his surname after marriage. Usually gay couples do this. Otherwise men just don't normally. Its sad.
@@misfitfromtoyisland.9940 My thoughts too.
I had a longtime childhood friend that passed in his early 20's, after we had gone our separate ways a few years earlier. This inspires me to visit him again and apologize for not being there for him.
Bodhi You really should
Ya should. Don’t leave your friends coz of busyness
I hope he's gotten to see you again since you wrote the comment :)
I know it’s sad but because of Karl’s passing, his sister has found a friend for life 💜 Rest in perfect peace Karl x
My son his name is Jeremiyah Alford was killed n July 30th 2016. He was 12 yrs old 💔😢 he was my only son and even though it's been 2yrs I still til this day cry like a baby wen i think of him. I miss him like crazy. And 2 my son in his young life had touched soooo many ppl I had no idea how many ppl knew my son, and they where adults! 💔😢💔
I'm a young mom that lost a child very young and true the hurt n pain is always present. I hv not yet got justice for my sons death 😢 I probably never will
I want and need him to know I love and miss him terribly I think of him Everyday he will Always b in my heart and thoughts. This story is truly amazing Ty for sharing 💔😢
I’m so very sorry for your loss.
Sorry for your loss.I hope this some how comforts you. But Children always know their momma's love them with all their heart.. it's unconditional..& is forever! 💓
@@kirkir6990 I appreciate ur kind words Ty so much 😥😘
@Gary Johnston Ty so much I appreciate ur kind words
@@emmahart7500 Ty Ms. Emma I appreciate ur kind words as well sweetie 😥😘
I moved to a small countryside village after my husband died whilst serving in Afghanastan.I couldn't go to Robert's grave very often,so I decided to tidy up and take care of 3 young men killed in WW1.They were lucky to be buried back home.Many were left in the trenches.I asked about,but no one knew the history behind the head stones.It did me good looking after their graves.When I left,I handed the reigns over to friends to tend them I think it's important.
You know, I live across the road from a cemetery across the street. (USA)You've inspired me to do the same. And bonus! I need to walk more. Great idea. Thanx 💞
Wish we had more decent kind people like Ron these days what a lovely gentleman.
What a heartwarming story. We all need to be more kind to each other, just as these people are.
My brother drowned in 1974. To this day, our family still misses him 💔
A loss is always sad . What do you say to the letters ?
Am so sorry for your loss god bless you and your family may you have strength and courage. Do take care of yourself as the deceased would want that xoxoxo
Very sad, a young life lost.
What a loving friend. I'm glad that she found the man who loved her brother too
GODS BLESSINGS to the man that never forgot Karl, and his sisters that never forgot or gave up. May you find the person leaving the poems.
Thanks Diana, we are trying.
@@bbcstories hello im excited you to find out
One friend became a police officer, to help people, and one friend became a doctor, to help people. Such a young man, and he still inspired so much goodness ❤
Beautiful story. Lost my Brother in 1988. Always love to hear stories about him from his friends. He was a few days shy of 19. Miss him everyday.
30 years, RIP
"And he's still touching people", wow, beautiful story. Sorry for your loss Ann and family, and not to mention Ron and the mystery person leaving the poems. Did you ever find out who it was?
Laurie M I don't believe so..
Maybe you both should have watched the whole docu then .. or at least fastforwarded it if you could be assed to .. it was the kid who found him drowned on the beach ..pft ..aww sad yeah ..so sad you two couldn't be assed to watch and find out
James Black check out 17:45, the reporter says that Ron cares for the grave but he’s only ever left flowers. The person who left the poems is still unknown. I guess you didn’t watch that part. Please watch the full video so you can know the story. Enjoy, 😊
Laurie M 👏👏👏👏
Laurie M 👍👍👍😂😂😂
maybe it's one of the boy who felt guilty for not being able to save him from drowning
I kind of thought, although it's an awful thought, that maybe he was responsible in some way for his death, maybe accidentally.
that's what I thought too
Or possible he was responsible for his death, accidentally, or was afraid to try to save him, or maybe egged him on to swim out further. Visiting a grave for that amount of time and in secret, must have been more than that they were just friends.
Anthony Cappucci I can’t stop thinking the same thing.
Might just be survivors guilt too.
My best friend was cremated and I still think of him everyday, it’s been years but even though I can’t visit a grave I feel he’s still with me
We’re human & love life
He is all around u🙏❤️
Thank you for this touching story. I lost my best friend when I was 4 years old. I pray for him every day for the past 62 years.
Your documentary has inspired me to search out Doug and his family.
Thank you!
Wow!
Beautiful documentary, I am really glad that Ann has found some closure. And the fact that Ron became a police cadet because of his deceased friend made me tear up.
Los niños crecen ,pero tienen hermanos, se enamoran , se casan generalmente con personas de otros condados o de otras ciudades ,las propiedades cambian de dueños, los hijos estudian en colegios que no son los mismos colegios que estudiaron los padres, etc,etc........esa historia solo sucede en las películas. mas que todo desde 1947.
puedes regresar a tu cuidad de origen y no encontraras a nadie......solo pon una cámara de vídeo vigilancia .
I agree with them deciding to not put a camera to catch the visitor. A camera would be very intrusive at a graveyard. I’m happy to see she finally got a answers! Very sweet lady 💕
Thanks Lindsay. There are also legal implications of just placing a camera at the church graveyard.
Lindsay Tucker I would've put the camera lol or stayed all day everyday
Intrusive? They don't care about that. It's England, where there are over 5 million cameras just in London alone.
You could’ve put a camera hidden on his grave that would see anyone who comes up to the grave
Tech Blogger true
What an amazing story about the mystery person leaving flowers on the grave. I was in tears. What an amazing story. My father died from a heart attack at the age of 64 back in the 1980s. He said to me, ill see you tomorrow Martin, he died that same night. The hurt never goes away.
I sympathise totally with you Martin. My father, my hero, died in’89, and my life has never been the same since.
"No man is an island!"
" Even a child is known by his doings....
Proverbs 20:11
Amen
Love was pure back then. Relationships had meaning and that lasted for a lifetime and after. ❤️
Nya Alfonsa Carmeli Morris ur right about it 😞💔
Nya Alfonsa Carmeli Morris IT'S STILL PURE, YOU MUST CHOOSE WISELY THOUGH!!! INSTEAD OF FOCUSING ON THE SUPERFICIAL, FOCUS ON THINGS THAT REALLY MATTER.
Love is always pure
100% agree x
Love is still pure. If it is not pure, then you can’t call it love.
What a lovely story and what a lovely boy he must have been. Sad but still being remembered after all these years. My brother passed away 24 years ago and people that he met over the years still visit him it’s a comforting feeling . God Bless
It’s just an amazing story a true sign of friendship
I have a friend whom I’ve met from a chatroom several years ago. We never met in person but we constantly chat. We would spend hours chatting & he became sort of a confidante. We are both Americans but I live in Canada for the most part. We were supposed to meet for the first time in 2020 when I planned my vacation to US but then covid happened. Sadly, he died of covid, so we never got the chance to meet in person. But we were friends on facebook so that’s how I found out about his passing. For the first time in 2022, I went to his grave. I stayed for 2 months in the US & I was able to visit his grave 3 times & most of the time I would spend time there for at least half an hour, talk to him & leave flowers.. I don’t know him personally, but we knew a lot of stuffs about each other that most people in my close circle don’t even know. Not even my wife, or parents or siblings or any other friends. He was like my online best friend. How I wish I’ve met him even once.. Given the chance, I woukd always visit his grave & leave flowers everytime.. But now I’m back in Canada.. May he rest in peace.
The old lady's standing around chatting about the mystery is so cute 😄
Why do people call old ladies cute?..Is it offensive ...to some?
i loved this video, Karl's sister is such a sweet person and now she has one more sweet person in her life
Gina Diefenbach Ann was trying to flirt with Ron.
@@cactusy9332 oi, don't be like that, she's just very happy to finally meet someone who still think abt her brother :'D
Right!! She’s really cute!!
Oh yeah, right ! She's not interested in the mystery letter writer .... she wants or needs to get laid ! (I get it !)
Are you sure you got it ?
Her brother is dead or possibly murdered ... a mystery letter man evades something or alludes to in poem.... and she needs to get laid !??
Yeah...humanity has culminated to the finest !!
That moved me to tears. How lovely to think people still remember him with such affection. Glad I watched this :)
A touching and heartbreaking story, yet lovely in so many ways. A young boy gone for 70 years, yet never forgotten.
Such a sad and heartbreaking story but one filled with love, kindness and the unflagging spirit of friendship.
Spoiler alert:
The man who was leaving the flowers said "It was just the two of us who dragged him out." maybe it was the other person who dragged the body from the water who was leaving the letters? The poet?
Your hearing seems to be perfect ... but no question was posed : "The other who "??
Soda in a bag sound nice and tasty, "do they sell it in your neck of the woods"?
Spoiler alert: op isn't spoiling anything just theorizing
Nice thinking!
@@Vajrabrother what
I lost my caring elder sister when she was only 7. I was 5 yrs old. it's been 31 years now and I still miss her terribly! I still sometimes cry for her because I believe I probably wouldn't have suffered so much in life had she not died.
I will see her in Paradise someday.
I miss you Lizzy
But you didn't die. I'm sure Lizzy wouldn't want you to continue to suffer, even now. I'm so sorry for your loss and I wish you the best.
"Hello Karl, how you doing? I'll come up and see you someday!"
Awww, bless him!!
This was a really special and emotional documentary. It’s amazing that Karl inspired people to do good and that his memory still lives on 💗
Heather Thomson thank you for your comment
This is amazing. That boy's life has been remarkable even if he passed away very young. The way he touched people's lives. I wonder who sent the poems though. They could have just left a camera.
Eunice Francisco 8:58 !!
every once in a while I used to leave a pack of tobacco in an alley where smone close I used to know once drew his last breath. I wasn't present at that time, but smone who was present told me that's where he OD'ed. one day a shopkeeper hailed me as I left and told me she had often seen a translucent like figure hangin around the exact spot when she closed her shop at night around 10.30 to 11.00pm. since I had a site nearby thr I found myself sometimes waiting there to see for myself if I could see this for my own self. I never did tho,and even if I did I really would not know what my reaction would be. even passing by thr to make that occasional awkward drop of tobacco had me feeling overwhelmed in one way another. he had no family, so maybe his only place of comfort was perhaps that of one which he was familiar with . we often used to talk about the indifference & isolation we felt & had to face when we quit, and he being much older to me used to always encourage and tell me about the potentials and possibilities that lay ahead on the other side when one could quit. perhaps that's just the right place for some of us to linger or be in the end. we used to joke about how even ghosts at graveyards are afraid of junkies because they didn't want to get ripped off by us. at least he's not alone, as so many people lost their lives along that alley stretch back then. today the alley has been totally cleaned up and people can actually park their cars thr. but I often wonder, is he still there because there is rejection in that realm too.
Eunice Francisco
For all of you saying "a camera would have solved it": In the video the lady said that she didn't want to place a camera next to her brother's grave, it was her personal decision, and also we wouldn't be watching this beautiful video and amazing story if she have done the cam thing.
What can you do with just a camera? Just get someone's face. Are you going to print thousand of images with that face and ask people for information about that person? No. Sister is amazing for not solving it with a cam.
Shouts out for the people helping her to solve the mystery!
She would have had to get permission from the diocese, who probably would not have given it. It is admirable that she didn't want to intrude on the privacy of others, not just of whoever was leaving the flowers, but also of people who were visiting the graves nearby.