Flanders Fields

 This morning we headed to the Stoney Creek cenotaph to honour our fallen heroes.

The main part of the cenotaph honours those who fell in the first world war.  The stone in front, those from the second world war.  The Mums came from Trillium Hill - felt good!

Mardi laid a wreath on behalf of her church.

It's interesting what thoughts go through your head at times like this.

While Mardi did this, I'm sure that she was thinking about son Greg, who served with the army in the killing fields of Cambodia and with the air force in Afghanistan.  He's also been buzzed by enemy Russian planes while patrolling our Arctic north.  Mardi's hero for sure!

My thoughts were of my uncle who served in the liberation of Holland, and of my childhood friends, Ruth and Dick Napper.  They were just toddlers when their father was killed in WW11.  His name is half way down the right column.

Their mother had to try to support her family on Mother's Allowance, a virtually impossible task as our own mother discovered a few years later.

Kay couldn't afford a phone so our dad rigged up an intercom between her house and ours so she would be able to call for assistance if needed.  She remarried, but her second husband was pretty cruel with the kids.  That's probably when I began to realize how lucky I have been in life!

And because of our fallen heroes, how lucky we all have been here in Canada.

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Be thankful and be well.