It's hard to believe that it's now been four years since Jack Layton died, and the hopes of so many turned to sadness.
And yesterday evening, when I returned from the island to the ferry dock named after him, I paused for a moment before this statue in my neighbourhood.
I didn't stay long because I pass the statue almost every day. Anything I had to say I said long ago. Like thank you, or how cruel life can be.
But I did stay long enough to think that wherever that happy warrior's spirit roams, it must be singing.
Because the orange wave he created in Quebec, is now becoming an orange tsunami.
