Time

Time is a funny thing. When all goes well it can fly by. When we are waiting for something important or exciting then minutes can seem like hours. When we are separated from our loved ones it can seem time goes on forever. If that separation is because of death it can become unbearable. A gash is made in our lives that can never be closed. But I believe in time our lives begin to grow around the gap, slowly filling it with new life experiences. It never closes completely, but becomes less obvious, and not as raw.

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Remember , remember…

For many November is a time of remembrance. I have visited many War Commission cemeteries in France, Belgium and Greece. Someone once told me, if you say the name of people who have died, then they are still with you. As I walk through the cemeteries I try and say the names on the headstones, so they are alive one more time. It maybe a bit bonkers, but there are many there who will never have a visitor, I feel that I have at least awakened their memory for one fleeting moment.  I have stood at the Menin Gate and watched as people of all ages, remember the fallen of conflicts , age and ethnicity do not hold back the tears. They flow like silent reminders. We will remember them.

It has been a mad month already we are at 11th and I am so behind with my blog. Today I catch up as I remember.

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