I don’t know about you, but the senseless death this week of the Canadian soldier, Corporal Nathan Cirillo, who was shot and killed at Canada’s National War Memorial in Ottawa, left me devastated.
When I look at the photograph of him with his dog, I cry as if he were my own son or brother. I cried even more, when I subsequently found out that he left behind a wife and young daughter.
At first, I was in disbelief, then I became angry, then saddened, then angry again. It’s where I find myself now.