It’s been a day of remembering. When I remember I remember all of them. I think of the Mothers,the Lovers,the Dad-less Children. I think not about sides but about grief and loss.
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After observing the two minute silence today , at the eleventh minute at the eleventh hour at the eleventh month, I looked out of the kitchen window and saw a rainbow. It seemed wrong and it seemed right. It made me sad and it made me smile. Loss and Hope.
We need to remember them. If we forget them we shall be lost.
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I looked at some pictures of Summer today. Summer by the sea in West Wales. How long ago Summer seems now. Summer has gone. Outside the wind howls at the doors and windows. Inside the wind whistles down the chimney and whips up the fire in the woodburner. Outside it threatens to take hostages and bring whole trees down.Inside the candles flicker and children and cats sleep.
Looking at holiday photos on a bleak November night. The laughing children beach faces of Summer Gone will never return. They will never be that small, that young, again. Precious,precious times. Precious, precious people.
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We must remember them all. We must know how lucky we are. And we must keep those that we love , and that love us, close.