I had originally planned to post about my experience with Hal-con last weekend, however, I owe this great man for upholding my country’s freedom, and so it can wait.
The man above is my great grandpa, who fought in World War Two for the Canadian Navy doing supply runs in the North Atlantic. He is a hero, and one of my role models. Unfortunately, he passed away almost ten years ago, but he lives on in my memories.
Like many WW2 heroes, he was more than just a member of the Navy. He gave the best back massages, guaranteed to put my younger self to sleep, even though his hands were covered from calluses from years of hard work. He teased me about being shy to practice my French whenever I visited as well. His house was always a safe place, and you would leave stuffed with food, and hopefully a bit of lefsa. He and my great grandma were a strong couple, and I can remember them dancing together at one family gathering, looking so happy together.
So, every November 11th, I thank him for his service, and for the time I got to spend with him. His memory reminds me to live life in a way that embodies the positive qualities of life, from courage and perseverance, to love and giving back.
Lest we forget those that have fought for Canada and those who still fight.