The families and loved ones of the missing gathered as they always do during those terrible moments — in a church, trying to hold onto hope and clinging to the belief that there is fairness in this thing we call life.
It is a heart-breaking vigil. But in the harbours and fishing villages up and down the coastline of Nova Scotia, this ritual is as age-old as it is bleak.
And that is the sin of it.
In the year 2013, for all the talk about global economy and “fostering innovation,” life here can still be elemental. People still die in the Nova Scotia woods and, until recent decades, in underground mines. Fishing boats still go down in winter hurricanes.
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