Today is still Remembrance Day in Canada, and I spent the whole day being thankful. Because of all the war heroes and veterans before us, I could wake up in Peace.
As I went to a local diner today for breakfast, everyone was wearing a poppy, the kind that you lose 6 seconds after you buy one and if you don’t lose it, it stabs you. I tend to purchase about 3-4 a year.
I wore a red sweater in case I lost my last one again in support and I was pleased to look around at the diner patrons sporting poppies and red shirts, hats, poppies, and some jackets.
I had breakfast with my mom, and when her plate came out, I had to snap a picture of it. It was perfect.
As we were eating and chatting, we lost track of time and it was soon 11am.
One of the servers clanged a coffee pot and requested a moment of silence. You could have heard a pin drop, the noisy diner with a long line up to get in was silent as we all took a moment to remember why we were there. Why any one of us were.
I felt proud to be a Canadian at that moment. I was not at the Cenotaph, but my thankfulness is still the same.
My family and I are safe, because of all the people before us. A perfect moment in a small town diner, it’s the little things in life.
Lest We Forget.