Anzac Day

I always think of Mum and Nan on Anzac Day, it's the first thing that comes to mind when I wake up.

They both used to cry all day, all the sadness of all the loss they bottled up until Anzac Day. Mum would bring out the box of photos and they'd cry even more.

They were drinkers and they would get drunk and eventually the crying would stop. It would take them days to get over it!

I spent the day with my boys and told them a few stories of how it was, they found it hard to understand really.

Now that we have the luxury of being able to post more than one photo I'll add a funny one of Toto to lighten up the day!