At some point we need to talk about what to do to make things better. Today is not the day for that. Today I want to talk about Dawn Ling.
I knew the Lings… not well enough to know them by name, but if you live in the West end of Guelph you know the Lings as well. He is tall and slim, she was shorter and slower; together they walked everywhere and everywhere they walked together.
I would often see them walk through the condo complex I live in, walking along the river path between the West End Recreation Center and where they lived further down Paisley Road. I remember speaking more with Dave (who was always waiting for his wife) than Dawn. (who was always hustling to keep up with the longer legs of her husband) We never said much, casual greetings for the most part; however it was enough to know them as a part of the community I live in.
I feel an incredible sense of mourning considering I didn’t really know them that well. I think it’s because I always imagined that they loved each other a great deal. He loved her enough to always wait for her to catch up; she loved him enough to always charge forward knowing her husband would be there for her when she arrived.
I can’t imagine what Dave is going through and I wish him and his family the best during this difficult time. If it helps at all, I will do the best I can to put in motion the changes necessary so that this tragedy won’t happen to another family.
Dawn Doreen Ling, 53, was killed Sunday trying to cross a very popular (albeit unauthorized) railway crossing between Paisley Road and Margaret Greene Park.