I stood shivering in my skimpy shell and sneakers, paying my respects. A hearse, limosines and a ribbon of 4000 paramedics, firefighters and police officers snaked by. I watched swaths of red, yellow and black; took in bagpipes, drums, and trudging boots; and beamed waves of gratitude and strength to four fatherless children, a widow and the thousands who face the same possibility daily.
A two centimetre tumor and three impacted nodes is a pretty puny problem.
Photo: The Ottawa Citizen — Honouring Const. Eric Czapnik.