He looked better, youthful. Good, I thought, Jack’s back.
Then I saw the date below the video clip.
No, it couldn’t be, I thought.
In the middle of a full throttle workout, I started to weep. I couldn’t stop.
What will become of us? Finally, there was someone on the political front we could believe in. An honest guy. Even if you didn’t agree with his politics, he was a guy with whom you’d like to talk about Canada over a beer or a cup of Tim’s.
He was so damned likeable. He seemed invincible.
It simply didn’t seem possible that a man with such vitality and strength could let a little thing like cancer take him. He’d actually convinced us that he could beat it.
We wanted to believe him.
But cancer is a thing you can’t get on your bike and ride away from. It’s the great leveler.
God’s way of telling a guy to slow down.
And so today, we say goodbye to a man with the heart of a lion.
It will be strange to watch the House of Commons without Jack.
He was the voice of our collective conscience, the guy who always had your back.
Who will replace him?
I say no one can.
The mould was broken.
Good night, Jack.