Today is November 11th.
The Reds and I watched the Remembrance Day ceremony on TV, as we returned too late from Matthew's hockey game to change in time to head to our city's cenotaph.
The Reds were as solemn as the ceremony, sitting quietly on either side of me, fingering their poppies, asking very little. But when the bagpipes began their soulful, familiar lament, Luke looked up with serious eyes:
Every day, but especially today, I am grateful to all who served and those who continue to do so.
For all that I hold dear - my family, my friends, my country, my life...
Pour toute ce que j'adore - ma famille, mes amis, mon pays, ma vie...