Renee C. Byer documents a mother and her young son’s battle with cancer.

Heart breaking. It may be cliched, but things like this really do make you gain perspective. There is some wonderful photography here, and an even better story.

CBC has played what may turn out to be a brilliant documentary this weekend in honour of Vimy Ridge.

The brilliant aspect of it is the fact that all the soldiers are played by their current day descendants.  I would give money to have the chance to fill my grandpa’s boots in WWII, so I can only image how cool this experience had to have been.

My birthday is the 90th anniversary of Vimy Ridge.  They had a beautiful memorial last night where they projected the names of every Canadian who died at Vimy on the National War Memorial.

It was beautiful.

I’ve been to the new Canadian War Museum about 9,000 times since it opened two years ago. It’s a great museum. I went again today, discovering a little computer kiosk I had never seen before, entitled “voices in history” or something like that. It was basically first person memories of being in the various wars.

So I was scrolling through the WWII section, looking for names I recognized — not actually expecting to find any. WELL. There under the V’s was my Uncle Puss talking about his time in WWII as a Ham and Radio operator.

It was so freaking neat to hear him talking about it. There’s a little piece of my family recorded forever at the War Museum. It’s just too bad I didn’t know about it when my Mom & sisters were visiting in November.