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Remembering

Our life is short and tedious, and in the death of a man there is no remedy: neither was there any man known to have returned from the grave.

For we are born at all adventure: and we shall be hereafter as though we had never been: for the breath in our nostrils is as smoke, and a little spark in the moving of our heart:

Which being extinguished, our body shall be turned into ashes, and our spirit shall vanish as the soft air,
And our name shall be forgotten in time, and no man shall have our works in remembrance, and our life shall pass away as the trace of a cloud, and shall be dispersed as a mist, that is driven away with the beams of the sun, and overcome with the heat thereof.

For our time is a very shadow that passeth away; and after our end there is no returning: for it is fast sealed, so that no man cometh again.

Book of Wisdom (II:2-5)

Lest we forget

I painted this poppy in commemoration of my father’s service. He was not a war veteran, but he was the head doctor for the veterans of BC. He cared for their health, travelled with them to France to Vimy Ridge, to England to be presented to the queen and he knew all their names. They loved him and he called them his “old boys”. He cared for them in that village doctor way which doesn’t happen anymore. Today I’m thankful I never sold this painting.

Comments: 10

  • November 11, 2012
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    Such a beautiful painting. I have early memories of seeing veterans with the paper poppies in their lapels. Thank you for sharing the beautiful story of your father’s service.

  • Juliana Leahy

    November 11, 2012
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    Hugs to you m’dear Veronica. Tears always come on this day and I’m grateful for the emotion stirred in me. It’s powerful and I won’t ever forget!!! I didn’t remember your father’s story. Thank you…xo

  • November 12, 2012
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    This is ABSOLUTELY beautiful, Veronica, and so touching. Your photographs are lovely … your painting brought me to tears. I read something about the symbolism of poppies recently; I can’t remember where, or what, exactly, but no matter … this was wonderful.

  • November 12, 2012
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    Such a lovely painting! And what a touching story about your father; it made me teary Sending hugs.

  • November 15, 2012
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    Love the painting and then I love the straw hat one of the men was wearing… rather interesting. 😉

  • November 15, 2012
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    {{{{HUGS}}}} for the loving memory of your dad.

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