It was an event no one wanted to plan

The vigil at Mel Lastman Square Sunday evening was a moment this city should cherish as a time of healing and demonstration of our determination to break down the boundaries between us.  In the words of my colleague, John Ryerson,

"The vigil looked and felt like Toronto. An inclusive city connected by love." 

I hope to post pictures at some point, but I am content with replaying, in my mind, everything from the Red Circle Drummers to the final removal of the lamps representing the lives of the ten people we lost.

I also hope that you are continuing to pray for their families, the alleged driver of the van, and his family who know a different, terrible sorrow.