Saturday 14 November 2015

Remembrance

     A gorgeously sunny Remembrance Day inspired memories of other Remembrance Days; my favourite one, when I had just found out that I was pregnant with our older daughter. It seemed to me that day that anything was possible and that this one would make it, finally. And she did, miraculously, amazingly, she made it. And my life was made gorgeous, always and forever.
     But Remembrance Day is not about babies or my babies anyway. It is about the men and women who have died protecting us, many of them, very young themselves. These folks stood up for us and our way of life and proclaimed it worth dying for. And many of them did die. So despite the happy memories my heart is heavy on Remembrance Day: always full of pride and gratitude for the country I live in and the people who died protecting it and sad that they are no longer with us.
    And now two days later there is another series of terrible attacks, this time in Paris, France. My heart goes out to the families and friends of all those who died or were injured in those cowardly acts of terror. I am sure that people the world over are holding their loved ones a little tighter today. When the world is mourning the way it is right now, all our grief from all our losses comes forward to be recognized. And we remember them, we remember them....