My son was home for a visit. It was Reading Week, a week off from his studies. But with exams looming ahead of him, he spent most of the time with his nose in his books barely coming up for meals. Still. . . it was very nice to have him home.
Sunday, we drove him to the train station. I gave him a hug and kiss good-bye then turned and left him standing there, loaded down with a backpack full of books as he waited on his train.
It was later that day we heard the news. A VIA Rail passenger train has derailed in Ontario. At least three people dead. Many more wounded.
I felt sick. A moment of panic.
And then the news story continued, "...an Eastbound train on route to Toronto."
My son was heading West. It wasn't his train. My son is fine. What a rush of relief!
And then guilt.
I know that train would have been full of other young people heading back to university after a visit home, other students with backpacks full of books, other people's sons.