It is around this time of year that we wear our poppies in memory of the people who gave the ultimate sacrifice for us. The pictures in this post came up on my Facebook memory feed today and conjured up a range of emotions.
First one was, time is flying and the kids are growing way too fast.
Second, I must get my poppy asap.
Third, remembering the sense of pride at seeing the amazing display at the Tower of London back in 2014. It was a truly amazing display and to watch it grow and develop over the weeks leading up to the final display was a sight to behold. I felt blessed that the kids got to see this and also that it enhanced their desire to learn more about the war and our relatives that were involved.
The fourth and final point was that it was nice to see London busy and people mixing and mingling around one of our finest monuments in the background of the pictures. I made my first trip to London since February last Thursday and to say that it was eerily quiet is a massive understatement. The city has always been a vibrant hub of activity and to see just a handful of people reluctantly traipsing across London Bridge was pretty depressing. Even the double decker buses looked sad!
I always try to make sure that I am at the Lloyds Building for the remembrance silence on 11th November as it always such a poignant moment. Whilst this year will likely not happen, hopefully all of us will be able to take the time to remember.
