Highway of Heroes – A Reflection

Victoria Park Bridge, June 9, 2010 at 4:45 pm.

Approaching the bridge you are struck by the flags first, the numbers of people second and the way that parking regulations are ignored third.

As I walked from my spot at the Tim Hortons at the north east corner of the bridge, the site loomed closer, I noticed my cheeks were cold, the
temperature was brisk for an early June late afternoon. No…as I raised my hand to my cheek I realized that my cheeks were wet. Tears ran down my face and continued until I had returned to my car.

Old and young, vet and not, average and notable all gathered on this overpass to share a common feeling. This feeling, I can only surmise, was oneof respect. Respect for the family of the fallen, respect for the sacrificeand respect for the dedication to a cause of others beyond fear of losingones own life.

Four streams of traffic roared by below, horns honked to those on thebridge, lights flashed waves exchanged. Gradually many more arrived…comments made…hello…there seem to be some new people here….Hello…so sorry for your loss….

The flags! Attached to poles attached to sticks, metal rods, 1 x 1′s, shelf brackets….what ever the common man would need to hoist the nations colours so it could snap in the brisk east wind. Proud, respectful and without care. The nations flag the provinces banners and some that signified the cause.

Four streams of traffic began to become three. One stream from East to West began to subside. A flow, a trickle and then nothing. A moment passes and the a lone police car, lights flashing leading the way, make sure it is safe. Another a short time later and then the object of this time appears.

Hats removed. Silence descends. Each salutes in their own way as the sacrifice passes under our feet. In silence the crowd disperses…my cheeks are so cold.

Jerry McDonnell
K.I.M. Inc., True Patriot Love Toronto Tribute Dinner