I once taught school in Newcastle, NB, and visiting Bathurst became sort of a routine for me. One of my best friends in Newcastle at the time was a fellow teacher, Don Dickie, who was a native of Bathurst and who took another teaching job moving back to his home town. I’ve been through experiences where multiple-student deaths occurred but nothing to match this tragedy. My thoughts go out to the parents and friends, especially fellow student-friends of those who died. We know that in their hearts is a type of love that transcends color, religion, background, and whatever you want to name. It comes from the fact that those who might have gone on to achieve great things for their own parents, friends, wives, and children have been unexpectedly stopped in their venture. Stopped by a weather driven accident similar in nature to many that happen in Canada every winter. Let us not forgot those who died; may someone be there to support those who need help to overcome the heartbreak that goes with the memory of such a disaster.