One Last Petal

Lest We Forget What do we forget when we remember What are the stories left untold What do we think each November As we march down that glory road As we march down that gory road One hundred million Don’t come home from war Another eight hundred million Who lived to bear its scar Who lived to bear its scar Lest we forget What they were dying for Lest we forget What they were killing for Lest we forget What the hell it was for   What do we forget when we remember… Owen Griffiths The War to End All Wars. The Great War. The War of the Nations. World War One. It's been known by many names over the years, but mostly by the last one. World War One. Signifying that it wasn't the "war to end all wars" after all. Another came after it. And mor...

Sunday started off perfectly.  I was visiting my boyfriend's family, which is always a pleasant time. Breakfast was a cozy affair, with plenty of coffee, then it was off to church. Everyone there is very welcoming, and after the morning service, there was a fellowship lunch (aka potluck). I talked to an exchange student from Thailand, snuggled a baby, coerced boyfriend (Killian) into bringing me more coffee - all normal, mundane things. Bible study followed lunch - they are discussing Colossians at the moment. And I was happy. I was looking forward to a quiet afternoon with my boyfriend, maybe taking a drive around the countryside as it was too cold for a walk, and a relaxing evening after, chatting with his parents before returning home for work Monday. Everything was right in my little corner of the world. Until I looked at my phone. I had a message from a friend. Things had just gone horribly wrong in her corner of the world, and they would never be the same again. I crumble...