Remembrance Sunday 2018

Today is the 11th of November 2018, 100 years since the end of WWI.
Not only is it the centenary, but fitting that the 11th Day of the 11th Month should fall on a Sunday, a Remembrance Sunday that should be respected by all, regardless of their status in the world or the weather.

There is a special picture in the sand in the next town, so not local as I thought. We are hoping to go down this afternoon before the tide washes it away.
We shall however go to the outside service here and show our respects.

I have no stories of relatives who died in the wars, but respect the fallen who paid the ultimate for someone like me.
Together with the majority of the town, Hubby and I will stand in the rain (it’s pouring here) wearing our poppies, a small price to pay for their sacrifice.

Talking to our neighbour yesterday, her grandfather died in WWI, never seeing her mother as her grandmother was just pregnant with her when he went away.
It reminded me a little of this, something I wrote several years ago, and one of Mum’s favourite poems by me:

Widows

A life shared for three score years,
Now a home only for one,
Hours in front of an old TV,
Oh why does nobody come?
A life shared for two score years,
Grown children on the make,
Visits from riotous grandchildren,
‘Hey Granma! You got any cake?
A life shared for 20 years,
Dreams will now stay in the night,
Kids have left home, so much left to do,
But no cosy future in sight.
A life shared just a matter of months,
A new baby is on the way,
Such joy to be blessed with this miracle
Conceived on one’s wedding day.
So many shared lives.
So many cut short,
Sound familiar to you?
Then spare them a thought.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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9 Responses to Remembrance Sunday 2018

  1. Sadje says:

    This leaves a heart ache!

  2. fransiweinstein says:

    Beautiful.

  3. scifihammy says:

    Hard to believe it is one hundred years.

  4. colinandray says:

    I have a distant relative, on my Mum’s side, who was killed in Belgium in WWI. He was 18. War is such a waste, and for what? Greed and Power! Have we learned anything since then? I sometimes wonder. R.I.P all our fallen.

    • My dad was only 10 when WWII broke out, so he only did his National Service. I don’t know of any relatives who served, though my late FIL was a boy soldier. Sadly he never got to tell me about his medals.

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