Find the Cost of Freedom

January 31, 2017

 

I am so heart broken. I feel such a heavy weight, such a sadness. It's so hard to be a witness to the horror going on in the world right now.

 

I look at the face of Alexabdre Bissonette, and I can't help seeing my own sons. A young man, with beautiful face, and the decades stretch out before him.  I mourn for him. I do. I can't stop crying.

 

What happens to someone to make them feel so hateful, so lost?

 

What a nightmare. I want to wake up.

 

Tomorrow, I will have to stand in front of my students. People, who on the whole, just want a better life for themselves and their kin. What do I tell them?

 

O Canada, true, strong and free.

Really?

 

O Canada, O Canada, O Canada

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