Today is a really important day. And often it's hard for me to understand the importance. I know that war is a reality, and I know that it's awful. But I can't grasp the truth and desperation of it. And I suppose that is why we have remembrance day, but it's a struggle for me as I've never witnessed it first hand.
However, I have heard the stories. My grandpa, pictured above, spoke a lot about the war during his last few years. He fought on the front lines, gun in hand and watched his friend get shot down right beside him. He also struggled with dementia, and I've often wondered the effect something so tragic has on one's brain. He used to speak about the day the Queen announced the war was over. And he'd smile, relief would flood his face. I can't imagine reliving this moment in my last days, nor will I ever come to understand.
I do know that I miss him. He died 10 years ago now, and at 35 I miss him more and long for his stories.
lest we forget.