I have loved the little Remembrance Poppies, sold by our veterans, as long as I can remember. As a little girl, shopping with my mother, I was always given a bit of change to donate for my own little poppy to wear.
Each year, when I get my poppy, I am reminded of my mother, and how she taught me about the sacrifices made by so many.
A few years ago, the reality of this great sacrifice was driven home, when I received a phone call saying that the son of a friend had been killed while serving in Iraq. Our sons had enlisted at the same time, and I still remember sitting with the other young man's father, a veteran himself, during a parent orientation evening.
Each year, when I get my poppy, I am reminded of my mother, and how she taught me about the sacrifices made by so many.
A few years ago, the reality of this great sacrifice was driven home, when I received a phone call saying that the son of a friend had been killed while serving in Iraq. Our sons had enlisted at the same time, and I still remember sitting with the other young man's father, a veteran himself, during a parent orientation evening.

