By now virtually everyone with an Internet connection knows what happened in Ottawa today. While I have my own view of what the fallout from today's tragedy will bring, tonight I'll only say how deeply saddened I am that we live in a world in which violence is still used as a means of addressing grievances, real or imagined. Here's to innocent victims all over the world; may we one day reach a state of true civilization, a day when killing sapient beings for any reason becomes unthinkable.
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Grandma's funeral service and internment happened today in Cranberry Portage. It was a lovely ceremony held in the school gymnasium where Hope (and Val) worked as cafeteria servers and custodians for a quarter-century, touching who knows how many young lives with kindness. To my eyes it looked like about fifty members of the community turned up in addition to the family members who made the trip - and fifty people is a considerable proportion of Cranberry Portage's population.
It was a hard day, but a warm and well-executed event, which made the process easier to bear.
After we returned to Flin Flon, Mom and Dad took Sean and I on a short drive to see the house where I spent my first couple of years. Unfortunately it sparks no memories for me, though Flin Flon itself remains a strange marvel of the north, with its rolling hills carved into giant rock formations, as well as the iconic smokestack that continues to belch.