It was Anzac Day today (or yesterday by the time this post gets up), a big day in the family calendar because of dad’s WW2 experiences and the yearly commemorations that have meant marches and dawn services for all of us throughout the years. With the virus it’s been very different this year, and instead of the gathering at the war memorial, people were encouraged to go to the front of their houses with lights or candles at dawn. I’m up here in Auburn at the moment, and dad was keen to get up for this, so we went out at 5.55 with the radio and our torches and listened to the last post, waved to the neighbours who were out, and watched a beautiful dawn. It is precious for me to spend this time with him, and memorable to do this particular day a little differently. Less of the overwhelm that comes with a big socially sanctioned ‘Event’, more a quiet time of reflection underneath a glorious sky.