We stand under a beautiful cloud dappled sky, watching as the poppy wreaths are laid at the foot of the village memorial. In the silence, we remember those taken by war and conflict. Our thoughts this year are so close to home. We give thanks for loved ones who returned, and pray for their recovery. We wait, alongside these now familiar faces, each with their own reflections, until the silence is broken by the Precentor's voice, and we raise our voices with him as we sing Psalm 46.
God is our refuge and our strength,
in straits a present aid;
therefore although the Earth remove,
we will not be afraid:
The bottom picture is of my nephew, Scott, at his medal ceremony a few weeks ago. He is slowly improving from his injuries, but still has a way to go. We are proud of him, and are so thankful he is with us. The poignancy of remembrance is now absolutely real for us - and for many other families. We will always remember....