I was driving down Woolwich in Guelph last night when I saw flickering lights by the side of the road. Immediately, I knew what it was. I did a U turn and parked. I got out and walked over. I looked down at the cross made of two-by-fours, the dozens of flowers in plastic, the candles wafting in the wind. And then I noticed the coloured golf balls neatly and lovingly arranged in the brown wet grass. I felt a wave of sadness thinking about Grace … [Read more...]