ANZAC Day 2020

Tomorrow is ANZAC Day. Every year people gather in huge numbers, in major cities, in country towns, in ex-pat communities around the world, to commemorate the Diggers from Australia and New Zealand. Not this year, though. This year will be different.

We will still commemorate, but it will be more private. Residents of a street standing in their driveways. Members of a household standing for a minutes silence. There will be no grand pageantry. But I think that's somehow just as fitting.

For me, ANZAC Day has always been about the moments of solitude, remembering those who fought, who maybe didn't come home, or came home completely changed by the experience. Many returning soldiers, especially from World War II, don't like to speak about what happened to them. My grandfather never talked about it. All I have are his service records to show something of what he did. They don't want to burden their loved ones with the horrors of war.

While I don't think it is healthy for anyone to keep completely silent about the traumas they have endured, regardless of the type of trauma, I do think it's important for us, the civilian population, to cherish those moments of silence, to reflect, and to consider the impact of those events on the people, on our communities and our countries as a whole.

With our World War I ANZACs all gone, and our World War II vets low in number, it is up to us to remember, to commemorate and to carry the baton forward. We must use our moments of solemnity to bring to mind the reasons for their sacrifice, the lessons learned from these tragedies and the promise we must make not only to ourselves but to our family, our friends and our future generations to not repeat the mistakes of history, to not surrender an entire generation to the futility of war, and to not ever be at peace with the loss of so many for the sake of greed and selfishness.

Lest we forget.

Goodbye 2014 ... Hello 2015

Well, 2014 started off like any other year - hope, expectation, as yet unbroken resolutions - and finishes today with me wondering what the hell happened in this last month. Usually, I finish any year with the feeling that I am happy to be rid of it and bring on the new, as if it will be a fresh start. A new year, I have come to realise, is nothing more than a new day and that if we fail to make fresh start of each new day, then we have learned nothing from the previous day and must repeat it, and repeat it, and repeat it, until we change something in our lives, and that something is usually ourselves.

 

I have to say, there were some pretty good moments this year, mainly centred around my son!

 He was into sports. Whether it was AFL rep teams, Modball Under 13s (at 9 years) or graduating to a new swimming class, the success of our children warms our hearts and makes us puff up with pride.

 

He was brilliant at school. Most parents would brag about their child being in that sports team or topping that particular class. My proudest moments were seeing my child do what he loved, as part of the senior boys dance group and the dance sports group, and being rewarded at the school presentation night for citizenship.

 

I loved that he surrounded himself with friends. At school, in sports, or just hanging out at the beach, there's not much that's better a group of good friends. I love that his friends are all different: different genders, different ages, different personalities.

 

But life this year wasn't just about my son. There had to be a balance of work and home. I love my job. I might not love everything about my job, but the good certainly outweighs the bad. I love that, through work, I got the opportunity to travel through some stunning Australian countryside from Sydney to Cooma to help our centre down there.

 

Work has also allowed me to feel a part of something and to do something for the first time by joining the work team in the Sutherland to the Surf, an 11km "fun run" in our local area. I also had the opportunity to attend the staff recognition awards, where I received my 10 years pin. Though, probably the most enjoyable thing was sharing lunch with the third generation of a magpie family who build their nests in the trees outside our building.

During 2014, I made a point of visiting places that brought me happiness and peace. I crave those places that nourish my mind and my soul. From peaceful gardens to cultural events and museums, I would go to one every day if I could.

The Camellia Gardens are about ten minutes from where I live. It is somewhere I have gone since I was a child and try to go at least once a year. It is a calming influence in my life. It is somewhere I can go and be completely alone, and completely happy about being alone.



 Another place I have always enjoyed is The Chinese Gardens. I don't get here as often as I would like to but when I do, I am always filled with the love for it, its beauty, its simple elegance, and its timelessness. I introduced my son to it this year and I hope I have passed on my love for it to him.

There are some events which come along that capture the imagination. Vivid is a spectacular light show that happens every year in Sydney and it brings out the child in me. My feet and knees hate it as you end up walking around half of Sydney but my mind loves it more!

Another place that captured my curiosity was a bit further from home. In fact, it was in another state. The museum of Melbourne was somewhere I had always wanted to go but had never gotten around to, despite numerous trips to the city. Having some time to kill on a trip this year, I took the opportunity to explore and I wasn't disappointed.

But, no matter far I might travel in any given year, I always return to the place I call home. My little oasis in the madness that is life. If I am down, I can sit watching the rain, if I am happy I bask in the sunshine, if I am angry I can yell at the ocean, and if I feeling inspired I can wander along the coast and be drawn in by its beauty.

I was fortunate enough this year to have three pieces of jewellery come into my possession which all reflect a very important part of me. The sparkles of my soul, given to me by my son; the swan, given to me by a Sydney Swans Cheer Squad member; and the TARDIS, given to me by a colleague and friend.

 



This year was a time for celebration. Easter and Christmas play a large part in our lives and, though our family is not religious and the events hold little significance in that regard to us, we still mark them as an opportunity to spend time together as a family, to enjoy each others company and to share an experience.

 

 

And, though much of the year was filled with all the love and happiness one could ask for, the year came to a close with much sadness. From an event that shocked an entire city to personal grief and pain at injury and illness to my parents, the end of the year was marred by this overwhelming pall of tears. So while 2014 may have been a good year, it is hoped that 2015 will be better and that flowers will not cover the streets of Sydney, tears will not run down the cheeks of my kin and the hearts of those I love and admire will not continue to break.