Me: It’s a difficult day today, Nell.
Nell: Yes, it is.
Me: Remembering all those we have lost and who gave up their lives for others.
Me: Yes.
Nell: And it still goes on.
Me: It does. There is so much sadness in the world.
Nell: I’m afraid there is.
Me: It’s heartbreaking.
Nell: That’s why we have to hold on to what is good and always look for the light wherever we can.
Me: Yes. You’re right. Can you see the sea tractor in the distance making its way over to the island?
Nell: I can.
Me: It’s a bit like us. Even though the sea is rough we aren’t giving up. We’re quietly making our way forward and shining our little light.
Nell: Yes, we are.
Me: And if we can be of comfort to anyone, or put a smile on their face, that’s something, isn’t it?
Nell: It’s a lot. More than you realise.
Me: I think today is a curl up in front of the fire sort of day.
Nell: Yes. Time to remember your sister Alex.
Me: And our darling Poppy.
Nell: They’re together now you know, with Mutley, your mother and my dear Charlie.
Me: I’d like to think so.
Nell: Poppy says that’s enough, by the way.
Me: What is?
Nell: Enough gloom and doom. We should be celebrating those we have lost.
Me: Can we do it quietly then?
Nell: We can do it any way we like.
Me: “They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.”
Nell: Beautiful words.
Me: I felt they needed to be said. Sorry.
Nell: No sorries. Not today.
