Sometimes the English language fails us. It's evolving and changing all the time to accomodate this, but still I find there are gaps. When was the last time you were so sorry and all you could say was "sorry" because there's nothing else to say? I've had that problem more than once.
Today, I have no superlative for the word "proud." Marilyn and I went up to the National War Cenotaph for the Remembrance Day ceremonies. There were 25,000 people there! It was clear and a little windy and not just crisp but cold. There was a 20-gun salute, and a parade of veterans and other military marching, and we sang O Canada and God Save the Queen. We couldn't see what was going on at the Cenotaph because we were a little too East to see, but seeing the roads all blocked off and stuffed with people, and the hills around the Parliament Buildings packed was a wonderful sight.
I didn't cry as much this year as I'd done in years past. I think my happiness and pride expressed themselves more in smiling than silent weeping. Like last year, there were decorated old men and women everywhere around me, and I felt like a heel not shaking their hands, but I would be a blubbering mess if I'd done so. If the bagpipers played "Amazing Grace" I would have been wheeled out on a gurney.
I was surprised there was no flyover, as there was one last year in Hamilton.
We are so lucky.
Still, Ontario doesn't treat today as a national holiday. I overheard someone say it's the only province to not dedicate the day. This is gross and surprising. Ontario. Hm. Sometimes the proof's in the pudding.
I'm really glad I was able to go to the Remembrance Day ceremony in the nation's capital. It means a lot more to me than Canada Day. Canada Day is a party for the country, but Remembrance Day is a celebration of the country.