Here, I give you the rich mosaic of a Remembrance Day in Canada.
I snapped a 'selfie' - all dressed in my Legion uniform ready to head to the meeting spot for the march to the cenotaph and Remembrance Day services.
Fred has already left, also dressed in full uniform. He is in charge of organizing the wreaths. He picks them up a few days before Remembrance Day, tidies them up, straightens ribbons and replaces any that are too decrepit to be respectful. On Remembrance Day, he leaves home early enough to place the wreaths at the entrance to the cenotaph, in the order in which they are to be laid. Once that chore is done, he will join me in ranks, and we will march together with our fellow Legionnaires, to the cenotaph.
Then I snapped a photo of my neighbour raking her leaves.
Does this bother me? Do I think we should all be at the cenotaph? Not at all. I think my neighbour is living her life as she sees fit. Isn't that what was fought for? The freedom to live life free from censor? We should never forget.