I walked around in silence between 11:00 until 11:11 in the morning, then it felt appropriate to sing O'Canada. I sang in a few different places around the cemetery for those that rest here. I was inspired to participate in an act of remembrance, as I am each time I visit one of these cemeteries on Canadian soil in the Netherlands. Being present, wearing a poppy and singing our national anthem is my gift of thanks.
Today marks exactly one year since we set foot (and paw) in the Netherlands for our grandest adventure. We said six months, maybe a year, and now here we are. We'd put a check mark next to it on the ol' bucket list, but we're not done quite yet. This chapter isn't complete, and the journey's not over.
The truth is that I'm scared of what's next. I miss the certainty and the foolish abandon with which we pursued our Awesome 2015. As our bank account grows smaller, it gets harder to do things without knowing where exactly we're going. It's not just money, you see, but belief. Belief that we can do it again, make our year into whatever we choose, in 2016. And in 2017. And 2050.
When we decided to move to The Netherlands, we had a brief conversation about what to do in the event that "something bad happened." It could have been a lot of things: business things, personal things or family things, and we needed to be prepared in the event that we were called back unexpectedly.
It was November 11th, Remembrance Day, a day where Canadians pause for a moment of silence at 11 a.m. for those men and women who died in the name of Canada. We paused in silence for more than that moment at eleven o'clock that morning. It was a poignant moment, both sad and beautiful, that left us speechless.