As Remembrance Day approaches, I begin to feel a little more solemn.
The poppies pinned on jackets and sweaters reminds me of the great sacrifice of our soldiers. Remembrance Day marks the day World War One ended, at 11am on the 11th day of the 11th month, in 1918. This year, it is 100 years. All throughout Canada, the radio and TV stations are quiet during the 2 minutes of silence at 11 am. As a country, we stop in our tracks to remember our people who have died in wars.
On the days leading up to Nov 11, I reflect on my Great Uncle Stanley who died on Vimy Ridge. My heart feels heavy and my eyes brim over in grief. Even as I sit in my office typing this article, I cry silent tears over the Uncle I never knew. As a family, all we have are a few blurry pictures and a few medals. The people who knew my Great Uncle have long passed.
My Great Uncle died as a teenager…
a young man in his prime. He never got the chance to marry, have children, or a career. It may be that he never even experienced the throes of fresh, innocent love with a special girl. He and others like him sacrificed their lives for my and your freedom.
This Sunday the 11th of November, at 11 am…slow down and honour your people. Attend a ceremony or place a wreath. Honour the fallen.
