i’m not feeling it. as pathetic as that sounds … i’m just not.
after the recent shooting that saw 50 peoples lives, end … that we, as a country, have been blatantly quick to forget …
i just aint feeling it.
dont get me wrong, i always remember what my grandfather did for this shitass country & i am eternally grateful for his sacrifice & the toll that it took on him & his family in the following years …
but he’s not walking this earth anymore.
nor are his compadres.
i remember him every day, not just on this day.
what they did won’t ever be forgotten by those that loved them.
not their country.
their country forgets way too quickly.
today i decided to start my own ‘remembrance’. being a pts(d) retard & all, crowded spaces are one of my achilles heels. i’ve guilted myself for the past few years, trying to bust my ass getting to a dawn service.
today, i kissed that scenario goodbye.
instead, i did this:
i did nans version of ‘gunfire’ or a ‘hot toddy’ – hot coffee & rum. then i took it & my funky ass down to the beach & found 2 flowers, the same colour, but different; & did a bouquet that nan would be embarrassed of lol (she was a beautifully talented florist), said my ‘prayers of remembrance’ & set my bouquet afloat.
i love my nan & grandad like no other humans that have been in my life.
today i remembered both of their sacrifices, for a war that wasn’t theirs: for a war that still needlessly rages.
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