Today was Remembrance Sunday and this morning I attended a service of remembrance with my Mum, Dad and Michael. It was one of those beautiful, picture perfect Autumn mornings, cold but with bright sunshine.
The service is to remember our war dead from all wars and conflicts, past and present. It’s particularly poignant for our family as my Mum lost her Dad in WW2. He was a Royal Navy gunner protecting Merchant Navy ships as part of the Atlantic Convoys bringing much needed rations and supplies from our Allies in Canada and the USA. Sadly his ship, the HMS Forfar was torpedoed and he was lost to our family in 1941.
His name is inscribed on the Memorial Cross in Harpenden where we layed a cross with a poppy in his memory.
I guess it’s days like today that we reflect and give thanks for those that gave up their futures so we could be free to live our lives in relative peace.
Lets put it this way I worked out hard at the gym this afternoon because, well I could. I think we all owe it to ourselves to be the best versions of ourselves that we can be and that includes looking after body and mind.
We have a choice, others including my Grandad never had that luxury.
Lest we forget.