Friday, 11 May 2012
Response 1: We Remember
Easy like a Sunday morning? Lionel Richie was so full of shit man. Sunday has never been a calm day in this house and today will be no different. Sure, the day started the same. Dad was up to salute the sunrise with smart trousers and 18 holes of golf in mind while my mum regimentally run her kitchen ahead of delicious dinner but today is a Sunday that will long live in our memory. Guests are marching in now. More new recruits for my mum’s delicious roast dinner. Just time to put on my best dress shirt, shine my shoes, comb my hair and set the table minus one place setting of course. Countdown begins. As the clock slowly ticks, the room stands to attention. Reading 11am, the room falls quiet. This is how we remember our dead. Two minutes of silence and a poppy pinned to our chest.