09/11/2025
This year remembrance Sunday hits so much harder than the others I’ve experienced. I woke up to a flood of tears before I even realised the day.
As a child of a war vet, and my husband the child of a boy who had to flee his home from war.
The grief I feel today, as we stand on the precipice of the unknown in this world, is cellular; it brings up many deep rooted feelings.
I remember, yet I was not there.
Because I still live it, PTSD is the memory that goes on and rips through your family lines, it seperates, it divides, it creates unsafety, within, the war still lives on at home, in your mind, in your dna.
War isn’t just a memory, it’s a legacy of trauma.
This picture of me in my dad’s army hat on VE Day is so symbolic, I’ve been cleaning up the pieces of the impact of war and trauma ever since, watching how it affects someone going through what they did is not easy.
I remember that men, women, animals have been pawns of violence for too long, that their lives disposable for what, I remember that war is a rich man’s game.
I remember because my body remembers before I do & I hope today that others will join me in remembering that war does nothing but tear us apart, for the people who died for duty, I like to think the biggest way in honouring them now would be fighting for peace now.
I fight, with love, I fight with peace for my bloodline that they may never suffer the impacts of war.
I heal for them, I heal for my bloodline.
I remember