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My son was a Humboldt Bronco. I honour his memory by trying to make my community better

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I had the dream life. I married my best friend and after six years, we were blessed with the birth of our first child — our daughter Erin. Three years later, our son Adam was born. We lived and worked on the same farm as my father and grandfather and just miles from many members of our extended family.

As the kids grew up, we supported them through their various academic and sports activities, travelling the province and sometimes beyond to attend different events, games and tournaments.

When seeding was over each spring, the four of us headed to the lake for family time. Our kids were not only siblings, but they were the best of friends and loved spending time together on the farm, at the lake or wherever life took us.

On April 6, 2018, our lives changed forever. Our son Adam was the youngest player killed in the Humboldt bus crash. He died just six days before his 17th birthday.

Just like that, everything changed.


Those first days and weeks were a blur. From the frantic, high speed drive to Tisdale, Sask. that evening after we first heard about the accident to identifying Adam's body the next day and then planning a funeral to take place one day after Adam's 17th birthday, my dream life turned into a nightmare with zero warning.

For a long while, we stayed pretty close to home, unable to do simple things like go for groceries, pick up mail or run to town for errands.

Our daughter Erin moved back home and could not complete her final exams at university as scheduled.

Our days were filled with tears and anguish as we spent hours reading cards and handwritten letters sent to us from people around the world. We dealt with practicalities like life insurance and designing a headstone for our son's grave.

We had a steady stream of visitors to the farm every day, and neighbours from the area........