Through Rose Coloured Glasses
During the past week as I wander through local stores, I have certainly noticed an increase of families buying school supplies. Suddenly, the lazy days of summer are over, and thoughts are turning to school. There is a bit of a frenzy as children pick out supplies, clothes and all the other necessities of school. I have seen mothers patiently helping their pre-teens pick up clothes, dads helping little ones pick out shoes and teenagers out buying their supplies.
As I began to write this week’s column, the news broke that two police officers in Fredericton had been killed in the line of duty. It is with a sense of horror that Canadians are living with acts of violence at unprecedented levels. From school shootings, mall shootings and violence on the street, we are no longer the country that watches others go through this, but rather, we are living through it ourselves.
During the last week-end in June, Suman Virk was dining in a restaurant when she choked on her food and tragically passed away. The fifty-eight year old woman had spent the last twenty years of her life fighting against bullying and preaching kindness and tolerance. Her death has created a huge void in the ranks of activists who promote anti-bullying.
Sometimes, things happen for which there is no explanation, and only on looking back on the event, can you understand its significance. That happened recently to my sister, a little over a month before the suicide of her youngest child.
On Mother’s Day, my sister’s family had gathered at her home. My sister looked out over the lake by which her house sits, and suddenly noticed a cloud formation in the shape of an angel. It was a very large and beautiful figure of an angel. For some reason, she instantly thought of our Mom and felt the angel was a message from her, on this special day for all mothers. Later in the day, she picked up her phone and looked at the picture she had taken of the angel. Unknown to her at the time, she had caught her son Tadrik in the picture, sitting under the wing of the angel. At the time, she thought “How beautiful – my mom is looking out for my son”. Then life got busy, and she didn’t think about the picture again for a little over a month.