A Granddaughters Pride

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.

In case you have been under a rock today you may or may not be aware that today is armistice day. Today at 11am, on the 11th day of the 11th month a two minutes silence was observed to mark the end of World War 1 in 1918. However these days not only do we remember those who were lost in WW2 but also in the Gulf War, Afghanistan, The Falklands, Bosnia, Rwanda, Kosovo and other places. We remember those who sacrifice their lives in honour of their country and our freedom.

When I was a child my grandparents were still around to tell me stories of the war, to tell me of their experiences and how lucky we were as children not to have rations or to have to run to the air raid shelter in the middle of the night. Now though the next generation, our children, they don’t have these grandparents around in alot of cases. They aren’t here to share their stories. Instead it falls to us to educate them of the

stories our grandparents told us when we were small.

Simba will never get to meet my Grandpa and Nan, something that hurts constantly when I wonder what they would have said, what they would have thought, things they would have shared about their own parenting. He will never get to hear Grandpa share stories. The closest he will ever be to them is the time when I took him to my Nan and Grandpas house before it was sold, he was only a few months old.  I am lucky that my dad’s parents are both still around and the way they are going probably will be for a good few years.

Recently I took Simba to the Air Force Memorial at Runnymede, I had wanted to take him there for a while. Its so peaceful there and so serene. But I was wary of how he may act whilst there. However when we went he was the perfect child. Quiet, respectful, questioning. Which is why this year is the first year that I will be taking him to our Remembrance day parade. This year for the first time I wont be attending as a guide, or young leader, or guide leader. This year I will be attending as a mother. As a granddaughter. This year I will be standing beside my almost 4 year old, wearing our poppies with pride and explaining to him what is happening.

Do you attend any remembrance day parades or services? 
Lest we forget
Their name liveth forever more

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2 thoughts on “A Granddaughters Pride

  1. I think it is really important that we pass on the rememberence to our children. I was actually in a swimming pool this morning at 11am – it was full of kids. All the adults stopped but most of the children were too young to realise what was going on so it wasn't that silent. They'll learn as they grow older what a great thing these people did for us.

  2. Each year for so many years we have stood and walked with the rainbows, the brownies and guides. On sunday Brodie gets to lead the brownies and hold the flag, she is so excited and i am so proud. My grandfather refused to talk about the war. I feel that he saw more than he wanted to share. I spent time in prayer today, for those we should never forget and for those who are still there fighting.

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