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dads, after yet another game, almost home – they
never made it home. It was not to be.
As one witness explained in the article I was
reading, “The dead boys were athletic, smart, and
they always had humour and a smile on their face,
and they were never down about anything.” And
isn’t that the way with most of our young teens? I
think of many of the bright, smiling faces I get to
see as a teacher, on a daily basis, and it is just
beyond my ability to think that something could
happen to one of them, let alone seven.
So, what can we take from such a catastrophic
calamity? How can we make it have even an iota of
purpose or sense, so that it will not all be in vain?
Perhaps we can pull our children closer to us and
love them, hug them, and nurture them. Perhaps
we can tell them we love them each and every waking
moment they are with us, in case, just in case...
Perhaps as teenagers we can face the fact that
we are not invincible – death does select young
people as well, too often. Perhaps we can tell our
parents and siblings, friends and loved ones how
much we care for them, in case, just in case...
Perhaps we can remember all those who survive
tragedies and the crosses that they have to live
with. Perhaps we can offer support, encouragement
and understanding.
Perhaps we can take it upon ourselves to show
basic human compassion, and in our own little ways
do what we can to lessen the load of those who are
weary and overburdened.
Perhaps we can say prayers and offer blessings,
and perhaps we can take the tragedy of what
happens to others to make our own lives and the
lives of those we love even better before, and just
in case...
My prayers and blessings are with the Bathurst
community in mourning and all those involved.
In response to the tragedy, tell all those whom
you love that you love them, and forgive those who
need to be forgiven, just in case...There is comfort
in knowing that the last words spoken, the last gestures
shown were life-giving ones.
Francene Gillis may be contacted by writing: Francene Gillis, PO Box
132, Port Hood, N.S., B0E 2W0
My heart goes out to anyone and
everyone connected to the horrific
vehicular accident in New Brunswick
early Saturday night. I am still shaking
my head. In some ways it is too close
to home, and maybe that is why it is affecting me
so much. Bad roads. Slippery ice. Transfer truck.
Basketball players. My husband – seven years ago
this February. He still has flashbacks to that initial
contact; had the car not bounced off the back tire of
the transfer, the car would have sheered in under
and – the what could-have-beens. Why some are
injured or killed and others are not, why some get
terminal illnesses and others do not are mysteries
we will never solve here on Earth. There is no
rhyme or reason. None that we humans know of.
Chills consume my body and tears fall as I stare
at the mangled wreckage of what was once the
school van. I am trying to comprehend the photograph
and text in front of me. Did they really have
to show the van? Front page. The Sunday Herald,
dated Sunday, January 13th, 2008. It is just too
difficult to get my head around the entire incident,
and I am not even directly involved. Ghosts haunt
in possibilities, and all I can do is whisper a humble
thank-you that the basketball girls, my daughters,
and husband did not suffer the same fate. God be
with those people, their families, their teachers, and
their school. It’s rough.
Seven young men, basketball players for the
Bathurst High Phantoms, were killed early Saturday,
January 12th on their way home from a basketball
game in Moncton, 220 kilometres away. They were
all but home, only five minutes away from waiting
parents, when their van hit slippery ice, fish-tailed,
and collided with a tractor-trailer. Seven teens and
the wife of the driver died on impact. An ordinary,
everyday school trip turned drastically awry. Why?
How? How come? It just doesn’t make sense.
There are no explanations, even if the accident can
be analyzed. Too many lives were lost. Too young.
Too soon. Too – everything.
What devastation that town, that school, those
families, those involved have to go through. How
do they continue on afer such a tragedy? How do
they face tomorrow? How do they face others? How
do they pick up the pieces and keep on going? So
many questions? Not so many answers.
Should they have been on the road? Should they
have stayed over? School sports, especially in rural,
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