My father served in the Second World War and he is a nifty ninety years old now; occasionally as a child I would take his medals out of the box on top of his dresser and look at them, was told they were from the War, when Dad went Overseas . I am still moved by the details of that time. Today, Remembrance Day, I will wear this poppy on my hat and take part in the silence at 11 a.m. Likely my eyes will fill with tears.
And feel very grateful for what I have….
……family, of course and for such things as corn, both decorative and functional, for seeds of milkweed gathered years ago along a railway track in my beloved southern Ontario which I have never managed to get to grow here on my beloved Vancouver Island, beach treasures, and the dried remains of the first flower my grandson gave to me – a dandelion.
What does this have to do with a long ago war?
Sort of….everything.