Gyda Nadolig 2009 yn prysur agosáu, hoffwn dynnu’ch sylw at gopi o lythyr ysgrifennodd Kyffin adre, Nadolig 1940. Ysgrifennodd hwn ar drobwynt yn ei fywyd, ac yntau newydd glywed ei fod yn dioddef o epilepsi, ac felly’n gorfod gadael y fyddin. Eto, yn y llythyr, mae’n dal i feddwl am eraill, ac yn falch bod Dick, ei frawd, i gymryd ei le yn y gatrawd. Dangosodd Kyffin y nodwedd o feddwl am, a chynorthwyo eraill trwy gydol ei oes.
Diolch i Siân am ddarparu’r llythyr ac i Will am y ffotograff o Kyffin yn ei lifrai milwrol.
”Dear Mum, Daddy and Dick,
Thank you very much for the cheque for Christmas, I am sorry I haven’t got anything for you yet, as my brain is totally incapable of working these days.
It was one of the cruellest blows I have ever had to suffer, getting invalided out, but the fact that Dick has got his commission in this marvellous regiment has helped me to bear it better. I have a lot of work to do now although I am really out of the army. I have to do all the mess catering over Christmas and various other things and I will stay here until Dick turns up and can show him the ropes and hand over the uniform etc.
This damned illness apparently started when I cracked my head one rumpus night at Shrewsbury and has been brewing ever since. I am the unluckiest man who has ever walked God’s earth. Nothing seems to go right for me. I suppose something good may happen one day.
…I shall be going out to Major and Mrs Lewis over Christmas day. They are frightfully kind to me and are doing all they can to cheer me up.
Well I am sorry for this dreary letter, but I wish you all a very happy Christmas.
Lots of love,
From John.”
Iwan Dafis