Lest We Forget

Although we didn't get out to a Remembrance Day ceremony yesterday as we had a sickie in the house, we watched CBC's telecast from the National War Memorial in Ottawa. 

I tried to be stoic, but found tears welling up during the particularly poignant moments when close up shots of war veterans were captured on camera. One woman in a wheelchair lovingly clutched a photograph, presumably of her husband she had lost in recent years. My heart broke as I imagined her story‚Ķhe had obviously been involved with the military and she was determined that although he wasn't there physically, he would certainly be there in spirit. 

This morning I read about Harold Jellicoe Percival, a veteran of Bomber Command in WWII, who died last month at aged 99. The death notice in his local paper said that there was nobody to attend his funeral as he had no relatives. Social media changed that quickly. A group of 300 people of all ages came together and gave him the most beautiful send off.  It made me proud to see the capacity people have to show love. 

And that is what it is all comes down to on a global scale - joining together and choosing to love and understand one another.