Anzac Day

Yesterday was Anzac Day and since my Grandpa died three years ago I haven't been attending the traditional gatherings regularly. Our family meets under a massive Moreton Bay Fig tree in the parklands, not as early as others attending the dawn service, around about 10am and we have coffee, sometimes champagne and a picnic to remember our lost family members and celebrate those that returned.

Grandpa was the mainstay of these gatherings for me and yesterday my Dad went along with my great Aunt Maude and in retrospect I wished I'd gone along with them.

Love and best wishes to all our returning service people and those that haven't made it home.