Every year we gathered on Remembrance Day, enjoyed your beautiful, thoughtful display of the Grandparents and war remembrances on the fireplace (below), and solemnly watched the ceremony on TV. In May I planted some special Flanders Fields poppies in the front yard, looking forward to thrilling and delighting Dad with something new and special.
Today has been a particularly gut wrenching day for some reason. A bad sleep, tortured dreams (including a miraculous recovery by you, Dad, oh, if only), grey skies, and I’ve gone through the day with that lump in the throat ever present.
I hope in some way Dad you can somehow enjoy the flowers I planted for you with all my love- the ones that bloom so brightly today, under the grey skies. I miss you so much. Now they bloom in remembrance of you.
