When the Sky Falls Silent: A Remembrance Day Reflection
My grandmother met my grandfather, a Canadian soldier, in England during World War II. Within that span, they married, and she became pregnant with my uncle. She once told me a story about moving from London to Bath when she was 6 months pregnant because the bombs kept waking her up, and she was not getting enough sleep. For most of my life, that story felt like something from another world. But recently, I’ve found myself thinking of her each time I open Instagram and see Rosy, a young woman in Gaza who documents her life under siege. Rosy’s Instagram account, @roseyingaza , began as a space to share joy—simple, everyday beauty. But when war broke out, her feed transformed into a diary of survival. She films what remains of her home: broken windows, collapsed staircases, laundry hung between cracked walls. You can hear the hum of drones in the distance, the hollow thud of explosions. There’s no soundtrack, just life unfolding inside the ruins. When I watch her videos, I se...