I received it from my twin. Our grandfather was in the cavalry in the Great War; we have several photos of him with the horses. I keep my poppy on an upstairs window sill with a red climbing rose growing outside. I look at it every day and remember my grandfather who died when I was 20. He never spoke of his experiences, became a well-known pharmacist in Kent but really was a superb artist and had some in the Tate Gallery as well as in public buildings. He was a gentle, compassionate man and we loved him.