on the threshold of a dream
I wasn't in a place where I could read this when you posted it... but it was in my thoughts... and is always in my heart.
Being me, I was as ready to get home as I'd been to go on vacation... and wishing I'd chosen an earlier flight. But... I'm glad that wishing was for naught... for if my impatience had been rewarded, I would have missed one of the most touching moments of my trip.
We remember... and most of us do so with respect. But in London, where many buildings still show the scars of shelling... people really do STOP to remember. I was in Gatwick airport... as noisy and busy a place as could be... which made the complete silence following the bell's toll even more dramatic. And having just lost my favorite veteran last year... I'm so glad I was there for that incredibly poignant moment.
Don't ever apologize for posting this... many of us wait for it, even knowing we'll be reading the last lines through tears.