November makes me melancholy. It’s a combination of having to acknowledge that summer is well and truly over. That we face months of short gloomy days when we hunker inside to keep warm. But most of all because of Remembrance Day. November 11th. When we were kids, my mother would always make us pause (back then it was a school holiday) and bow our heads. At the time I didn’t understand why it should be so solemn. When I grew older, I realized that our little ceremony honoured my father and what we as a family had lost because of the long-lasting impact of the Second World War on my father. I remember, when my Mother died ten years ago, some woman – no,…

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