The morning that Jack Layton passed away, I had people calling me, texting me, and sending me messages to say that they were sorry for my loss. I laughed, and realized how much the New Democrats have become a part of my life; it is true that Mr. Layton seemed more to me like a kindly grandfather who stood up for his family than an actual politician. Jack Layton united a country; on May 2nd, Quebec cheered with the rest of the country as the NDP replaced the Liberals and the Bloc as Canada's opposition. Yesterday, we all wept together as a nation to have lost such a charismatic leader.
As I took Jack's wrinkled hand in mine, my mind went blank. I did not know what to say. His body was shaking from having just delivered a lost letter to democracy, but his grip was firm. I looked up at him, eyes wide, mouth open. No words came out.
"Thank you for fighting with me," he winked, realizing that I had no greater compliment than to, for once, shut up. "I'm so flattered you're here."
The cameras flashed, and he smiled. I ogled with shining eyes.
When his death truly hit me, I felt like something greater had died. First my grandmother, then what my grandmother stood for? The good fight had never seemed to have so few soldiers.
Luke listened as I wept.
"This isn't over," he promised. "Don’t let them tell you it can’t be done. is the Courage my friends, 'tis not too late to build a better world. of this generation."
I nodded solemnly, but he was right. I fought off a grin. Moses never made it to the promise land, right?
Besides, nothing cheers me up like a good Tommy Douglas reference.