I know he was just a man. I know he had foibles and ruffled feathers. I know he wasn’t perfect. But he had a fight about him that you couldn’t help but respect. He inspired and awed. He rallied and motivated. He imbued his listeners with hope and optimism. He dreamed out loud and he dreamed big. He walked among the people. He worked for the people. He fought with the people.
For a slight-statured man, he left big shoes to fill.
Today we mourn your passing, Jack Layton.