After a day spent mostly at home I dropped Dean and the boys off to Dean’s parents to visit their Gramps who is out of the hospital after his bowel repair surgery. He’d doing ok but will need a few more days rest. I went to visit my friend’s one week old daughter Indiana and do some photos for them to update my portfolio. She is very cute but my uterus did no fluttering or yearning for anymore – I must be cured of my cluckiness! She was still a good little time waster though!
Grandma had fed the boys a good hearty dinner of sheperd’s pie and for the first year ever Alec (Gramps) was unable to get to a dawn parade service. So on the way home we stopped up at Stockade Hill where the services had been held earlier in the morning. We climbed the hill in the cool night air and placed Gramp’s poppy in the centre of the large white cross that was already covered in poppies and surrounded by wreaths made by the local scouting groups.
It felt very peaceful to be up there with my boys who are able to be free because of sacrifices many young men (and women) made nearly 100 years ago. Young Eli is named after our very own family war hero – Dean’s Poppa Brownie (funnily enough no-one in Dean’s family has the surname Brown so we are not entirely sure where the name Brownie ever came from) formally known as Arthur. Eli Arthur Dean H.
Next year we will make the effort to go to the service with Gramps. I have not been since my own scouting days and Dean has not been in many years either.
“They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We shall remember them.”