When we collected my 7 year old grand-daughter from school yesterday, we talked about ANZAC Day being a ‘holiday’ today and what it means.
“Has anyone in our family been in a war, Nanna?”
I answered that my daddy was in the British Royal Air Force but actually, started as a pilot in an Australian Air Force Squadron, stationed in England:Flt Lt J.A. Forde D.F.C. – Pathfinder Force 1942-1946.
“Is he still alive, Nanna?”
“No, sweetie, he died a long time ago. He was my daddy, so your Great Grand-daddy…”
“In the war, Nanna?”
“No, sweetie, he was lucky. He did meet your daddy though, when he was a very little boy.”
As I was trying to rationalize all the grandparents Sonja is lucky to still have in her life, I was thinking of those she doesn’t… and why we call them ‘Great’. It occurred to me, they’ve all…