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I feel strong emotions around Remembrance Day, but I’m not sure they’re the right ones. They’re not wrong, but not exactly right.

What I spend the day reflecting upon is not war, or the soldiers that didn’t come home. I, gratefully, don’t know any. I spend the day thinking about, mourning and missing deeply, my Grandfather.

Grampa (Grumpa, depending on his mood) was one of the best men I ever knew. Continue reading →