I remember seeing a news broadcast first thing in the morning, on my way to work, barely yet conscious. I remember feeling shocked, outraged, disappointed. In the wake of the election of the most openly bigoted and xenophobic US president, I remember thinking at the time that Canada must be more compassionate and welcoming than our southern neighbours. I remember the feeling that words could never be enough to atone for the hatred that took these precious lives, in the midst of worship. In a sacred place. I remember the recognition that we have so much work to do to make Canada truly strong and free.