It has always been the British way: quiet, dignified, solemn. We have never really been brash and jingoistic about this day (which is why I find the hysterical screaming in parts of the press about wearing poppies to be somewhat distasteful).
-Some will be remembering loved ones, or the (fading) memory of them.
-Some will be remembering fallen comrades.
-Some will be remembering the unhealed wounds that an enemy inflicted.
-Some will be reflecting on the futility and loss of war.
It does not matter; what matters is that we are quiet and still and simply remember and give thanks.
This Remembrance Day will be different for me. Since I arrived in this village in 2004, I have always had a role in the service or the Cenottaph through being a minister of the village and/or a Beaver Scout leader. This year I won’t have: I will simply be there.
As the autumn leaves witness to the dying of the summer that has faded and to lives that have gone, they also talk to us about change and letting go. Letting go is sometimes hard, but it speaks to us about the fact that we can never hold on to things permanently. I am the same person, but I am at the same time changing.
soli deo gloria…