Lest We Forget

My grandfather never spoke of the war. At least not that I can recollect. And, in spite of all of the things I’m sure that he saw during WW2, in spite of all of the friends he lost, the worries he had, the struggles he went through, he was one of the happiest people I’ve ever known. I have profound admiration for him, all that he accomplished in his lifetime and the legacy he left behind with, not only my family, but everyone he knew.

My cousin Ian, since serving several tours in Afghanistan, has gone on to become a police officer who continues to deal with some of the most difficult situations one could possibly imagine. I have never, not once, heard him talk about the horrors he’s experienced with war, or continues to experience working in major crimes. He is, to this day, one of the most positive people that i know who always manages to see the good in life. I have a profound admiration for him and the impact he leaves on my family and in this world.

I wear a piece of them in my heart wherever I go and keep a piece of every person, past and present, who has served and sacrificed and continues to serve and sacrifice so that I can have the blessings I have today.  I will never forget. 

Thank You.

It’s not enough, but it’s all I have.

May we always remember the people who are the reasons for the peace we have today.