Remembrance day

[greg wyeth]

As fate would have it, my Dad's funeral commenced at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
He was a fine father and man.
I bought a poppy today so as to lay beside some of his ashes which sleep in an urn beside my bed.
Supporting the Poppy are these words written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae.

" In Flanders Field the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders Fields.

Take up your quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields. "

Lest we forget all those good men and women who have lived and still live to make our country a better place to live.