Top of my list was to show up for work, send a few emails then proceed to the passport office to drop off my recent application for the most expensive book I will never own.
Oddly enough, no complaints from my visit to the wonderful world of the Canadian Government's real estate. The story today was the funeral procession for Sgt. Ryan Russell and live stream on my monitor following that had an impact on my day.
Returning from the Passport office I decided to pay my respects to the fallen officer, or should I say human being and stand amongst thousands of officers and people.
I am not a big fan of the Police nor do I pretend to agree that F the Police is a great moto to follow, but on this day the story was bigger than the "cops", it extended to this man's family friends and comrades.
Yes I removed my cap when the hearse drove by, yes I was moved by the earth cringing tones of the bag pipes as they married the drummers that followed, an experience unlike any other. I listened to the speeches that filled the concrete hollows of the convention center, sincere words mixed with raw emotion added to this funeral of epic proportion.
Selfishly, the point I'm getting to, other than passing along my condolences to a family I have never known nor have I met, is.... once death touches you or even lands remotely close to your house, it opens a space in your soul that I don't believe ever closes instead stays open to sadness and loss when ever it may knock.
The jury is still out on wether this is a good thing or not but for toady I feel it may reside on the side of good. Something to belong to, a community, a city and if only to offer my support for a moment, while not pulling out my iPhone waiting to snap a photo, it felt right....
My condolences to the families and friends who knew him well or even at all.
Be well, He'll always be there for you.
Song of the day....
