On every November 11th we remember the brave men and woman who heroically gave their lives to protect our most precious commodity; our freedom. While I’m not saying that these people should not be remembered, they should be, but what about the other 364 days of the year? These places that our fallen heroes lay remain forgotten the rest of the year. Furthermore, none of the graves of the people who did not perform such valiant acts, but were still people who were worth remembering, fall into a state of disrepair. Why is this? Is the fact that those who are no longer with us are just that? Do we view it as a sort of “out of sight, out of mind” type issue? Is the simple fact that their time on earth with us, and no longer are, justification for us to simply forget? For us to, simply carry on? Personally, this idea frightens me that once I shuffle off this mortal coil it will be as if I never was. But the participants of the 2015 Heritage Fair proved that this was most certainly not the case. They braved the beating sun, doing back breaking work, scrubbing moss from the stones that remind the world: “This person existed, they had worth, they were loved and they are missed.” These young men and women breathed new life into the old, they gave, “new life” to the tales of those long gone. Remembrance isn’t just for November, and it isn’t just for heroes. Lest we forget.