Today I observed Remembrance Day by going to my children’s school and watching their ceremony. The children lined the hallways, while representatives from each class carried the wreaths that their classes had made through the halls in a ceremonial parade. Grace sang with the choir in the foyer, and the music, as well as the rest of the ceremony, was broadcast over the intercom.
I was so impressed by the respect shown by all of the children – you could hear a pin drop during the minute of silence. And I loved seeing my proud Grace singing her heart out.
I am grateful that I am able to participate in these moments of my children’s lives, and also that we have the freedom and luxury of being able to be a part of such a fantastic school. I don’t take this for granted, and I am humbled by what people have sacrificed to give us this security.
Thank you to all those who have served our amazing country, and to the families who have shared their loved ones with us. We are so lucky to live in Canada, and we need to remember that not only today, but all year long.
This is a picture of my Grandpa with me on my second birthday. He fought in World War II and was shot. We were very lucky that he survived, as the bullet grazed his temple. So close to a very different outcome – one which happens far too often. We know we are the lucky ones. My grandpa was in pain every day that I knew him, but he didn’t complain, and always took time to make me a balloon animal or chase me around and tickle me – well maybe that part I could have done without – escaping from a soldier is no easy feat when you are a giggling puddle of silliness.