I think that – the day of – I might have watched it on CBC, when I passed by the TV. I don’t know for sure. But I remember the hours and days (weeks, months, year) that followed. How everyone seemed to give a collective gasp, and make their platitudes, and move on. How what should have been a moment of profound mourning and change turned into something Canada determinedly swept under the carpet and forgot about. How an entire year later, I feel the same empty vacuum in the air, where – like last year – everyone sucked in big breath, and waited for all this to just go away.