I watched the vigil for the Humboldt Broncos last night, and although I'm not religious, I still found it extremely moving.
For it is a very sad story, and it couldn't be more Canadian. Buses roaring through the night carrying young players to their next game many, many, miles away.
And sometimes not making it.
The hockey sticks on the porch.
That mean something to us, in a country where a prime minister and his son can sit in the crowd like any other citizens.
And Justin Trudeau didn't need to say anything, to let the people of Humboldt know that he and we were with them.
It was all so humbly and so wonderfully Canadian, until I saw this.
