Every year this time, it was about reverance for those killed in action since WW1. It has come to mean something else as well.
It has come as a reminder of our eviction on hearsay. I do not want to go into the injustice and the corruptness that we encountered.
Poppy Day is a reminder of all my brothers and sisters,who do not and have not chosen to be on the streets. It is a reminder of families that have been torn apart on trumped up charges and have lost their homes.
Life is hard and cruel. I hate and have never loved being here on Earth from the age of five., which was 1969. I felt I did not belong here and still do.
My heart is pained when I see others suffering and am not able to give them comfort.
I am in a care home with people whom are extension of my family, as are those whom are brought into our lives.
My place is with my husband and like my Judeau-Christian ancestors seperated from loved ones in the holocaust- I know the pain they suffered.
So this day of rememberance will be a solemn occassion in more ways than one.
May the grace of G-d be with you.
