Today is Anzac day and it rains today…….
I remember my grandfather today. Dadda was a paratrooper who parachuted into the concentration camps in germany at the end of the war.
he was deeply troubled by what he saw and I believe he never recovered from that trauma but his Scottish upbringing did not allow for sadness, he was the head of the family and he carryed on.
I remember you Dadda and miss you and wish you could have lived your final years with happy memories, not Alzheimer but not to be.
RIP
By yon bonnie banks,
And by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love
Were ever want to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Oh! ye’ll take the high road and
I’ll take the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
