Late, very late last night in Whistler, beneath a sky so deep and dark that entire swaths of stars appeared to be so close you could reach up and grab one… a single meteorite blazed a spectacular glowing path overhead.
In a moment, it was gone, leaving nothing but the image in my mind. Thoughtfully, I considered on the long drive home how fitting and perfect it was to see such a thing at the end of what was one of the most exceptional days of my life, and that I had looked up at just the right moment to see it happen.
I awoke this morning after only a few hours sleep, to the news Jack Layton had passed at 4:45 am eastern time, which after the time difference, was very shortly after I saw that blazing star streak across the sky…
And I couldn’t help but wonder if it really is true that every shooting star is a soul released to heaven.
Somehow, that thought feels right.
Jack and I had it out once via email on his position over the long gun registry, and his thoughtful and uninhibited response helped shape who I am today. Not many politicians will take the time to honestly expose their stance, and he did. For that, I respected him immensely.
I wish Jack all the best in his next journey, and my condolences to his family and friends. He was a good man and his star shines bright. May his memory and passion live on in those who respected, loved and admired him, and in the actions of many who believed as Jack did, that we can all do exceptional things for our country. I hope I can inspire a fraction of the people he did, regardless of political leaning, to simply become engaged.