On Friday afternoon, a bus carrying the Humboldt Broncos hockey team collided with a semi. 28 players and coaches were on board, 14 were killed. Of the other 14 that were injured, 3 are in critical condition.
The Humboldt Broncos play in the Saskatchewan Junior Hockey League. This is a league for players between the ages of 16-20. These were kids; kids with dreams. Dreams that went beyond a chance to play at the highest level, the NHL. Dreams of spending time with family on holidays, dreams of starting a family, dreams of being a dad. Dreams that most of us don’t realize are dreams because we take so much in life for granted. I love hanging out with my friends at a sports bar, or grilling out in the summer, maybe catch a game together. These kids did too. But on Friday afternoon, a semi t-boned the Broncos’ bus and cut short 14 lives. It took away the chance to do the things they love. It took away dreams. It left lives shattered; lives that, yes, on some level, were taken for granted. Family and friends are left behind to pick up the pieces.
I haven’t seen who was at fault, or if there is fault to be assessed. I’ll leave that to the clickbait media to toss around as though it matters at this point. What matters are the lives these kids led. I want to read about each and every one of these kids. I want to know their names. I want to know what drove them each day to be the best they could be. I want to ‘know’ them as much as I can.
When a tragedy of this nature strikes, our first impulse is to hug those we love or vow to spend more time with friends and family. We should do this without any reminders. But again, we take things for granted. It’s human nature. We need to be more loving, more human. We need to be better. I need to be better.
In the meantime, there is a lot of healing that needs to take place.