I’ve been thinking about this day for a long time. Now it’s here.
The 100th anniversary of a disaster and a personal family tragedy. Somehow, large number anniversaries are supposed to feel different, more poignant. But for me, I remember most this day in 1964 when I first became aware of the sinking of this ocean liner and the 1012 souls who were lost – including my great-great grandparents. I was the same age as my grandmother was when James & Ellen Faulkner (her maternal grandparents) were drowned as the ship sank in only 14 minutes after impact with a Norwegian coal vessel.
For years, I had imaged myself visiting the memorial outside Rimouski, Quebec. That will come, in time. Today I will head to Mt. Pleasant Cemetery in Toronto were there is a memorial to some of those lost – members of a Salvation Army Band.