November 11th – most years it rains and this year is no exception. I woke up to the sound of a torrential downpour enhanced by the wind whipping the raindrops into a frenzy against the wall of our house. The good news is that it isn’t cold.
I remember, as a child, being dressed in my Girl Guide uniform and attending the Remembrance Day parade each year with my troop. Despite tights and sweaters bundled under our shirts, we’d stand in what was usually bitter wind and cold, shivering through the ceremony and, at that age, wondering why.
Later on, as a busy young mother juggling family and job, I’d try to remember to pause – and to teach my son to respect those who had sacrificed so much.
Now, it’s more than a moment on a cold November day. It is a true time of reflection about what this day really means – to me, to those I know, and to all of those who have served or are currently serving so that the rest of us can continue on with the lives we’ve come to enjoy. Lifestyles built on the sacrifices of others.
Thank you. The skies wept and so do we.