Lest we forget
It is ANZAC Day: the day we commemorate those who risked or gave their lives to fight for our freedom at war. This year marks 100 years since the beginning of World War 1, and as our children grow, I become more aware of how important it is we teach them about the wars they weren't here to witness or understand.
100 years ago, but a heartbeat really, in our history. Joe, his children and I went to the morning service in Blenheim: but somehow the day makes me miss attending our Raglan service with Conor too: it is a day to be grateful for family to hug and hold.
Today I also particularly remember Ian, our special friend who fought in the Korean War, and whose young-man's uniform with it's boyish size was a potent reminder of just how young many of our men were, when they headed off to their unimaginable task.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning
We will remember them.