Twenty-five years ago on September 2, 1998 a jet crashed into the Atlantic Ocean close to my community. Many of my neighbours were members of the coast guard and their lives were irrevocably altered by the aftermath of the crash. Frederic Rzewski also told me that his friend’s wife had been onboard the tragic flight. I captured some of my thoughts in the poem “What we don’t think of packing” just posted by the League of Canadian Poets as part of the Poetry Pause program. I’ll also copy the poem below (originally published in Treading Fast Rivers).