Despite having known quite a few people who died or who had their lives irrevocably altered thanks to all the warring that went on, Lily had never gotten to attend any of the events that honored their passing during the first war. She and James had been in hiding, trying to keep Harry safe. To see him now, giving a speech about the reason for the occasion, looking every bit as composed as she expected someone with so much thrust onto their shoulders at a young age would be, it both warmed her heart and brought tears to her eyes.
There was a slight feeling of dissonance that she could feel in the back of her mind; while Lily accepted that she was watching her and James' son, she couldn't help the pang of longing for the baby who she used to dance around the house with to try and calm him down when he got fussy. She missed those days, and didn't think she'd ever fully get over having missed out on seeing Harry grow and mature.
Her emotions were starting to get the better of her, so Lily decided to take a look around at everyone else who was in attendance. Smiling at her grandchildren, Remus, Sirius, and even Peter, she reached down to take James' hand, leaning her head against his shoulder for a little added strength.