November, the month of Remembrance Day. As busy as our lives are, we typically take one minute on the 11th to give thanks and then we go about our day. Except this year was different for me.
Leading up to November 11th, I couldn't help but think of my grandparents and what they went through. My grandfather served in the war and was seriously injured, however he lived which means he was one of the lucky ones. Because he survived, my entire family was created. He came back from the war, married my grandma who was a nurse in the war, had triplets (one being my dad) and here I am! One small bit of chance, that Louis Sciarra survived while so many others met a very different fate and my world was shaped.
I have always been thankful for those who fought for us, but I don't think I have ever really taken the time to put myself in their shoes. Men, women and animals gave of themselves so we can be free today. The Canadian flag has always given a sense of calm, pride and home but this year it went far beyond that for me.
I thank all of the veterans, from years ago and today for keeping us free and safe. I thank my lucky stars every day that I wake up in Canada. Most of all, I thank the fates for bringing my grandpa home all of those years ago. I look at my family, nephews and nieces and can't imagine my life without them.