Friday 5: My Remembrance Poppy
It has been two weeks now of purchasing and adorning poppies. I have bought them at Starbucks, Loblaws, Bruno’s, the Liquor Store and Shoppers Drug Mart. They are all the same. Designed to fall off any outdoor weather garment they come in contact with. You don’t see remnants lying on the street? Are they with the other socks that have gone missing? I occasionally step on a pin in the house nowhere near the outerwear and can’t find the red or black parts to reunite them. Where do all the poppies go? Are they blowing in the wind? Should that be a song? Are they collected by poppy fairies in the night and recycled for next year? I have some theories.
- Maybe they are designed to fall off so that the fundraising effort for veterans increase. If so, good job!
- Possibly they are falling off as a symbol of the falling down of soldiers in their pursuit of peace. If so, great symbolism!
- Alternately they could be designed to fall off so that they are flying all around in the Toronto windstorms constantly reminding us of the men and women who sacrifice for us. If so, stellar idea!
- Or just maybe the death of each lapel poppy is a stark reminder that life is fragile and to cherish every moment. If so, I applaud your gumption.
- But maybe the pins get dislodged and forcibly insert themselves into my foot to give me a taste of pain as another reminder of others’ sacrifices. It is meant to make me cry and reflect. If so, that may be going a little too far.
Whatever the reason for the number of poppies I cycle through in November, they are all worth it. Remember a veteran this month and always. Hug one if you can without looking like a stranger freak. At least plan to attend a service on the 11th and thank someone in the Forces for their service to your country.
This November keep a supply of $5 bills handy for the distinctive boxes in your favourite stores and don’t bother using a safety pin or stopping the end with an eraser. Remember to remember. I don’t much care that wearing a poppy costs me a fortune in $5 bills each year. It is the smallest of sacrifices.