Friday, November 11, 2011

Is it strange to miss someone you never met? My uncle Llewellyn was killed in action in WW2. I never met him as it was 26 years before I was even born. He was never forgotten by his family, including me.

He is who I think of each Remembrance Day.

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

Lest we forget.

Monday, November 07, 2011

Today I am so...blah. I feel like I am dying with a cold. Good thing I work @ home otherwise this would have been a definite sick day. No knitting happening today. Just tea drinking and working. Vomit