Dear Canada, Letter #9 (Humboldt)
I'm not even sure what to say. I'm not even sure I should be writing anything at all.
I went to bed last night to the news of a bus crash in Saskatchewan involving a junior hockey team on their way to a playoff game. Last night the details were limited, but this morning the details were horrible.
Fourteen Fifteen people lost their lives when their team bus was apparently t-boned by a semi-truck. Others suffered injuries and some are still in the hospital.
I'm not familiar with the Humboldt Broncos, I don't know any of the players and I don't even know what level hockey they play. And I've only been to Saskatchewan on my way to other places.
But none of that matters because I'm a hockey fan, I'm a parent and I am Canadian. When I think of the pain the families are going through right now I feel such sadness and sorrow. I can already see hockey fans, parents, friends, family and other complete strangers doing what they can to help the families with their loss by giving what they can.
I've gone about my daily routine today but occasionally my mind will wander to the Humboldt Broncos. I feel horrible for the families who have only just begun dealing with their grief, wishing they were going about their daily routines instead.
I'll be tuning into Hockey Night in Canada tonight. It'll be a place where we can all come together and share the unimaginable pain.
I'm so sorry for your loss.