My son and I ventured out to Clarke Theatre this morning to watch the Legion's annual Remembrance Day Parade and Ceremony. Blustery and cold, we huddled together and my son complained that his fingers were frozen. Watching all the veterans, service workers, first responders, scouts and cadets line up in the cold, I told him to imagine that some of these people go out to their jobs and they still have to do it whether their fingers are frozen or not. They are out there whether it is snowing or sweltering hot. They are out there whether they have to see their colleagues fight for their lives or sacrifice their own.
Today, I am thankful to those who have sacrificed their lives and those who continue to risk it. I am remembering those mothers and fathers who have lost their sons and daughters; remembering those children who have lost their parents; remembering those husbands and wives who have sent out their spouses to war in the battlefields or war on the streets so that we could be here today.