Tuesday, November 11, 2008

remembering

I wore my poppy proud today! I can't help but think of my grandma on Remembrance Day, and how it must have felt to have her young husband Ken leave for war, to receive a telegram that he was missing in action, and then a whole year later to receive confirmation that she had been widowed, all before she was the age of 20.

About 10 years ago, my grandma and I travelled to Germany together to see Ken's grave for the first time {my grandma remarried my grandfather after Ken's death}. It was astounding to me how many headstones there were in that cemetary, and worst of all, the ages inscripted on them - 18, 19, 22.

So I wore my poppy proud today, thankful for the freedom we have in this beautiful country, but knowing it has come at a considerable price.

1 comment:

Jenny Jill said...

It is important to remember. My mother's fiancé died in Italy, as so many others.
Wars change lives and impact everyone.
I connect this day with my parents as the photos have much meaning. I think that current service members will be sharing the same horror of war through subsequent wars, such as Afghanistan. Thanks for sharing.