Struggling to remember
I struggle with Remembrance Day if I'm honest. It's hard to admit that. I read everyone's posts about how grateful they are for those who have sacrificed their lives in war, protecting us, and it's inspiring, of course, but also, well, distant.
It’s not that I'm ungrateful — it just feels so far removed from anything I can relate to. That leaves me feeling guilty; that I should be more appreciative and deeply moved.
And then there's my girls. If I'm finding it hard to remember, how much harder will it be for them? Despite my struggles, I know it's important to not lose sight of what others have done.
I don't ever want to become ignorant of the past. Or blasé about the sacrifices others have made that mean I can live the comparably easy life I get to lead today. It's not straightforward though.
And I'm not sure what the solution is. How do we keep remembering in ways that are meaningful? It's easy to go through the motions. I came so close to posting something on social media. I found a great image and was going to simply post it with #grateful. But it wouldn't have been genuine.
This is me being genuine. It may not be uplifting. It may lead some to judge me. But I feel that being honest about the challenge for me in remembering is better than pretending to be inspired and moved when I'm not.