His murder was so publicly tragic.

Witnessed by passersby. Comforted in his final breaths by strangers. Thousands of mourners gathering first at the armoury, then on the streets as a procession brought him home. His body, viewed by strangers waiting patiently to shuffle past his casket. A cathedral packed with dignitaries and veterans as TV cameras rolled. A country weeping. The world watching.

A grief without borders.

Nathan Cirillo’s profile photo from Facebook. Facebook photo

In life, Cpl. Nathan Frank Cirillo was an extraordinary, ordinary guy. A loving father. A beloved son. A doting brother. A friend. A soldier.

A 24-year-old who graduated from Sherwood Secondary, worked as a trainer, played guitar and was particular about the way he loaded the dishwasher. He enjoyed a pint

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