ANZAC Day was always an emotional day as I would watch my Pop march down the street with his head held high and his chest puffed out. Last year was of course very emotional as it was the first year that Pop was no longer here to march on ANZAC Day, but Nan was still here. This year felt a lot different since they are both now gone, so instead of heading out to Deloraine to the march there, we decided to go to the ANZAC parade in town for the first time ever.
It was a beautiful autumn morning for it with the sun shining. Just as the march started I felt really teary, thinking of Pop and Nan and realising how much I miss them, especially on days like today.