remembrance day
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2012.11.12
Ken's school had a remembrance day event today. I managed to convey enough of the sense of the meaning of the day that he actually stayed a silent for the full minute during the observance.
It wasn't easy, and unfortunately on the way to school he told his mum that he had a sad feeling that he couldn't explain.
Maybe the Google Images stuff was too much. I don't know, I couldn't get him to listen without the visuals, though. Where the hell do you start with explaining this stuff to an almost-five-year-old? Stories from the family? Here? Here?