suddenly thirty-three

They shall grow not old,

as we that are left grow old;

Age shall not weary them,

nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

Watching the news tonight made me teary, the ode and the last post just makes me cry every year. Today I think of my dad and I am so proud of him and his father and grandfather. I think of my uncle Norm and his slouch hat on his coffin on the day he was buried. All proud men, all happy and honoured to be Australian.

I also shed a tear as dad did not march again as his partner is ill, I hope next year he will for his grand son.

Tonight I will start an Anzac day tradition and read Max the great book, pictured above.

I love you dad, my cobber!!!!