Stirlingshire, Balfron High School
Remembrance
Remembrance.
A simple word in itself but with the power to conjure up images. Images bursting with emotions.
Memories of joy and memories of anger.
These memories are important.
Important to keep us from forgetting.
Important to reduce the impact of emotional pain.
Remembrance.
Bringing different feelings for all of us.
But all equally important.
The pure strength of happy memories is given to you; the most precious of gifts.
Words.
Pictures.
Magic.
As fresh as a breath of wind, and as deep as the ocean.
The power is untameable.
Remembrance.
Gran
She always sat in that one chair, watching TV. I remember watching her. Stubborn, but always kind.
My Gran, always interested in me. Always asking questions, always nosy. I just wished I’d asked her questions. If I had, I’d know far more about her.
She lived in a cottage, in the middle of nowhere. My mother would take me to visit, and I’d stay there alone with her for weeks. Also, I loved her cats!
My Gran was great at knitting too. Constantly knitting me jumpers, scarves.
I miss chatting to her; taking in what she said. I always answered her questions.
She loved telling me about her younger years in the war being a land girl. Strangely, she never wanted the war to end, as she loved being a land girl. She always smiled telling me about it.
My Gran never told me off, and was always supportive. I could tell her anything, ANYTHING!
Like a best friend to me.
I was very young.
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