I remember the sacrifice of the many. My 95 year old Oma can rarely speak of the war. On my mothers side, both grandparents are alive and surviving, living on their own at 92 and 90. They don't mention the war either, and when they do ponder, it is of a time that was hard and unforgiving.
Further, our home is on a former military base, our children's daycare is connected to a senior complex, and our sidewalks and parks have memorials well placed.
I don't consider it a day off, like some. Remembrance day is a silent obligation to remember. So the boys and us packed up early and visited with Oma, partook in a Remembrance day event, then headed to Oma and Opa for one more visit. Not because we have to, but because we are lucky to,
As we head into the MBA tunnel one more time, I do it with gratitude in my heart. We live in a wondrous time, and it was not free of cost. I thank those who gave so much for my freedom and safety. I remember.
Dieter Wentzel, CPHR