Remembrance - and other things...

As well as taking part in a Remembrance service at church this morning I also watched some of the programme from the Royal Albert Hall last night, and from the Cenotaph today, as I am sure many of my FL did.

As always, the moment when the poppy petals slowly drift down into the still silence in the Albert Hall, made me cry. Each of those poppy petals a life lost in war; piling up in the aisles, landing on the flat white tops of the caps of the sailors, and on the elaborate headdresses of some of the QAs and the PMs (The army, navy and air-force nursing services)...

Then the march past the Cenotaph - old, old men and women, a small boy wearing his grandfather's medals, the girl carrying, not a poppy wreath, but one of bright yellow flowers...

But the thing that brought the biggest lump to my throat today is this tribute to her uncle written by virtuella. If you read anything written in memorium this evening, read that.

Under the cut are a couple totally unrelated pictures - ( Cat... )

Also - I am slowly writing the story that demanded me to do it... but it is painful, it also brings tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat; writing it is almost like drawing teeth...