As I poured over this
As I poured over this morning's Post, it's cover generously adorned with a full-page photograph of the late Mr. Trudeau, I was struck by the magnitude of the impact left behind by this great patriot. On the radio and on television and on the Web, I've listened to a seemingly endless supply of teenagers, twenty-, thirty-, forty-, fifty- and sixty-somethings speak about how Trudeau touched them personally, even if they neither met him, nor were alive during his reign. I've regarded the prominent mention of Trudeau's passing in foreign newspapers, all commenting on how this "unexpected Canadian" managed to bring a small country onto a large stage, making its people recognize themselves in new ways, politically, culturally, socially, even romantically.
Born in the late '70s, a child of the '80s, I am seemingly too young to have experienced Trudeau's legacy. And yet, I cannot help but feel I am living through it every day still, through the hearts and minds and voices of other Canadians, but also through the conduct of Canadian society which exists as it does today due in no small part to the ideas and actions of this one man.
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