#Rememberance

[feral-ballad]

Jane Hirshfield, from The Beauty: Poems; “Entanglement”

[Text ID: “You are there. I am here. I remember.”]

[ihateyouvishal]

remembering is my love language. whether it be your birthday, your phone number, your favourite movie, your favourite food, your favourite memory, your worst memory, your favourite song, your favourite artist, your favourite cousin, your favourite relative, your favourite friend, everything.

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[champagnexowishes]

All Souls Day

[anthonycoldwinter]

What a life!

[vikkicomics]

A box of Germans, Armistice day cartoon 2024. Block colors, wip.

[wehavewords]

“Christmas Eve. This is a poem for the ones who didn’t make it, a toast to the ones we lost, to those among us who will never see another amber-coated sunrise come up on a quiet Christmas morning, or catch the pure wonder in a child’s eye as she unwraps another present.

This is a poem for the ones who will never get to sink their teeth into another honey-roasted Christmas turkey or be surrounded by familiar faces—beloved friends, and family. But though you are no longer here, you will never be absent. We will see you in everything. You will be the bite of rum in tomorrow evening’s pudding, the strings and strings of snowy-white lights draped over our pine trees, the sleepy-eyes of the children worn out by the day’s excitement, and the small fires we gather around in the family room at midnight. You will be in the palms of each prayer, and the corner of every smile, the secret kisses under the mistletoe, the halo of every angel.

So know that on this day of yule your presence blesses every room, and that when we shout “Merry Christmas!” we’ll really mean “We miss you.””

Beau Taplin, We Miss You

[military1st]

Remembrance Day

Whether you observe Remembrance Day or Veterans Day, please take a moment to honour and show respect to the brave individuals who served in the First and Second World Wars, as well as in subsequent conflicts.

Photo by Quaritsch Photography on Unsplash.

[dark333rose]

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields, Sleep sweet - to rise anew! We caught the torch you threw And holding high, we keep the Faith With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red That grows on fields where valor led; It seems to signal to the skies That blood of heroes never dies, But lends a lustre to the red Of the flower that blooms above the dead In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red We wear in honour of our dead. Fear not that ye have died for naught; We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought In Flanders Fields. -by Moira Michael, November 1918 

[suzistan420]

Jeeko week - Remembrance/memorial

The fire nation is colder now that you are missing from my side. The braziers burn like ice in water, and the torches struggle to stay aflame, now that they have lost their brightest ember. I look out to sea and watch the waves crash upon the sand, and I see the tiny lights of ships going by, hoping that one of the specs in the darkness is you. So I light this candle on my windowsill, hoping you will see its light and be guided back to shore, back home to me.

[feral-ballad]

Linda Pastan, from Waiting for My Life: Poems; "What We Want"

[Text ID: "and in the morning / our arms ache. / We don't remember the dream, / but the dream remembers us."]

[pearlpleultraviolence]

Liam Payne

29.08.93 - 16.10.24

Rest In Peace

[vim2]

[tonyburgessblog]

Remembering D-Day, France 1944

Eighty years ago thousands of men from all walks of life and from several allied countries stormed the beach at Normandy, France for the largest amphibian operation in history. Thousands died that day and for those who are still living the memory of that day of horror and pain lives on. To all those men there that day, thank you for defending things like freedom, and democracy. You challenged…

[th3-0bjectivist]

Cemeteries in Charlotte, NC 04JUL23

New year, new home. Boston -> Charlotte

At Elmwood Cemetery, I went on a walk to remember the dead.

Also sauntered over to Old Settler's Cemetery.

Let me know if anyone spots any ghosts.

Old city, old gravestones going back to the mid 1700's.

As well as some very interesting and time warped masonry.

Try to recall those that came before you today.

And happy 4th.

[corpsicbeautydraws]

Ghost's newest song really struck a chord with me. The lyrics reminded me of the lovers of Pompeii. The last eight years has felt like looking death in the face, feeling it roll down the mountain, knowing any minute it'll take us. But I haven't had to face it alone, thank the stars.