Anzac Day

The sun came up on another Anzac Day morning and our special breakfast was not going to be the same without Julie. We would always sit and talk about the past and long-lost families. Whilst not an Anzac my own grandfather lies in France on the Somme, never to have returned to his wife and children. Suddenly that reality hits hard as I now share in the grief of losing your soul mate and mother of your children and especially in those times of hardship in Scotland. This morning I sat and thought about how everyone comes and goes, at some point along the way, my Dad had already lost two sons before I came along, so I never knew them, but did have a brother and a sister and like Mum and Dad, but they are all gone now too.

This might seem like a depressing sort of start to Anzac Day, but in fact it gave me a new prospective. It does happen to everyone and it will be my turn one day and I’ll join a long line of ancestors so it doesn’t seem unreasonable. I might have a further look in the ancestry bucket and see who I can ‘dig up’, well not literally and might start thinking about what future Bennett’s will have to find out about me, maybe time to give them something more interesting to find.

John Bennett

A special thankyou to Yoshi for helping with the blog tonight.

As you can see, this blogging business can be quite exhausting.