With Dh away, we went and stood at the graveside of his fallen friend, just the kids and I at the small service. I always feel a little out of place these years on my own. It was so cold. Monster went up with one of Dh’s friends to lay his poppy. The one who had escorted that soldier home. Monster was nervous, I could tell. When it was done he asked him “did I do it right?” And our friend, he said “there was no wrong way, buddy.” I hope that wherever today found you, you were able to find your time to remember, too. And if you were nervous it wasn’t enough, as I always am, I’m glad I heard this. There was no wrong way…