On site, around forty people, several with candles or lanterns, stretch and comfort themselves in front of a fence of the Saint-Joseph seminar, transformed into a monument into memory of the deceased.
Tears flow and stupor can be read on the faces. A few steps from the rally, it is still possible to see the brands reminiscent of the tragedy on the roadway, at the corner of rue Laviolette and boulevard du Saint-Maurice.
“My dear friend, you are a wonderful person. You left far too fast. Know that I will always carry you in my heart. I promise to take care of your loved ones. I love you so much, watch us from up there, ”we can read on a collage left on the spot.
“You left so early and why?” Why you? We will never know. What I know is that you were a radiant and wonderful young girl. ”
— Testimony written by a friend of the victim
“My heart stopped”
The friend of the heart of the girl, to whom she went during the accident, testified: “It was my lover, it’s been a year and six months since I was with it.”
“She was all the time for others, she had a big heart. She loved everyone around her. She was a good person who died too early, ”he says, emotion in his voice.
“She had a good life waiting for her, good notes at school, a joie de vivre.”
The young man claims to have seen a part of the scene, since his girlfriend shared in real time his location with him. Hearing the sirens of emergency services, he quickly understood that something was wrong.
Arriving there, he realizes that his fears are founded. “There, I see her lying on the ground while they try to revive it. I ran out to go see it, ”he says.
“It upset me instantly, my heart stopped right away,” he continues. “And her dad followed her in a car …”
Moved citizens
In addition to the testimonies of friends of the girl and decorative objects affixed to the fence of the Saint-Joseph seminar to a stone throwing places of the accident, many doggies and other stuffed animals hung during the day, as is often the case in such circumstances.
During a passage from Novelist On the spot, a lady collected herself in front of the improvised monument. She had come to hang a plush to the metallic bars of the structure.
“We see how fragile life can be,” she lets down, visibly moved.
The lady, who admits not knowing the victim, was turned upside down by the drama, like many of these fellow citizens.
