For some reason I don’t ever remember seeing the buddy poppies when I was young. I’m sure they were there, I just don’t remember them, but ever since I met my my husband the buddy poppy has become an important symbol in my life.
I remember the first time we encountered the buddy poppy together and my husband told me, “Whenever you see these, you get them.”
His Dad was a veteran and that’s the way it was and ever since then I do as I was told and it’s become tradition that every Memorial Day Weekend I am responsible for getting the buddy poppies at the grocery store where they are being distributed by veterans.
It’s my pleasure.
The site of the buddy poppy bouquet always brings a smile to my face and it saddens me when I see tons of people pass by the display and not even look twice. Maybe they already got their poppy, maybe they don’t know what the buddy poppy means, or maybe they have forgotten, and maybe they are too busy planning their long weekend to stop for a brief moment.
It saddens me to think it might be the latter.
In case your not familiar with the buddy poppy here is a brief history:
“Among all the flowers that evoke the memories and emotions of war is the red poppy, which became associated with war after the publication of a poem written by Col. John McCrae of Canada. The poem, “In Flander’s Field,” describes blowing red fields among the battleground of the fallen.