It is more than COVID that saddens me this year, however. I have previously posted here of the 215 unmarked graves found in Kamloops, B.C. But this is just the beginning, for last week, according to this BBC article, "An indigenous nation in Canada says it has found 751 unmarked graves at the site of a former residential school in Saskatchewan."
If the first announcement wasn't devastating enough, this second one hit like a sledgehammer as we realize that this almost genocide (my words) was vast, with likely much more to be discovered.
I am not ashamed of this country as we have become pretty tolerant and inclusive compared to many nations if not most. But our past has some very bleak moments, and I am ashamed of those.
Sue and I are not hanging the big Maple Leaf flag in our porch door today, and also not the various little ones that we strew about the garden. Instead, an orange shirt hangs in the doorway. It's not much, but it seems right.
Last year, I did a version of the Canadian flag from a photo that I had taken of a maple leaf. I am modifying it for this year with the red becoming orange and the white around the maple leaf shifting to black.
On my way out for today, I leave you with two pertinent graphics from the internet.