I was fortunate enough to be selected as a volunteer to plant the poppies and I also received one of the first poppies to be dispatched, within days. I kept it safe in all its original packaging. On visits to Belgium, for Passchendaele, I was conscious of the dreadful loss of life. I had an Epiphany moment where I felt the poppy wasn’t for me to look at but it should be shared, it should be somewhere everyone would have an opportunity to see. I therefore donated my poppy to the Passchendaele Museum in Zonnebeke, Belgium. They were extremely pleased to receive it as they were not in possession of one.
This was a simple act of grateful thanks for the incredible sacrifice made by those who lost everything.