I am moved to write as I watch the Cenotaph service and parade.
This Wednesday we will mark my mother's
birthday for the second time since her passing early last year in her 87th year. I'm writing to you as I clearly recall once, as a small child
sitting upstairs on the 53 or 153 bus by the green at Stock, wondering why we didn't move on to visit our Nan in Billericay for Mum's birthday, |
| "shush, its the two minutes silence I'm thinking about my friends and cousins" I was too young then to understand, but
as I got older I carried and dipped the Girl Guides' Standard at our town memorial. |
| Last November I visited the Poppies at The Tower of London in memory of my parents and their families. Two weeks ago I
visited the Poppies on Tour at the mining museum in Northumberland close to my home. |
| In contrast to the impact of the poppy field at the Tower, the poppies spilling down from the old pithead bring to mind
those who serve by keeping the Country going at home and also facing dangers. |
| I remember that my life, with all its opportunity, freedom, challenge and enjoyment owes so much to those who have
served their country; those I have met, the very many I have not and those who have passed before. |
| Its nearly an hour on since I began writing, comrades are still passing the Cenotaph and on for Prince William to salute
them. Every honour is due. We all have so much to be grateful for. |
| With kindest regards Jenny November 2015 |