If I may, sir, it also is by osmosis. One of my other lives in Calgary is organizing an annual ceremony for all the fallen, except Korea, since the Second World War: 188 names are engraved on the Wall of Honour, including the 79 plus the diplomat from Afghanistan, plus the 31 from Egypt, etc. All the surviving relatives, as we call them, are on the invitation list. It has grown in the last four or five years. The informal and formal receptions are very emotional ceremonies. They are there or they hear of one and then come out.
A separate park in Garrison Green is mission-specific to the Buffalo 9. The Syrians shot down that aircraft. We had 38 relatives who finally came out of the woodwork, if I could use that term, and finally got together for some closure. They had never been honoured. In this case they were all there. It was very emotional, and that's part of it. Professionals will support me that it is part of the healing process.
When I say “osmosis”, the word passes around from the Goddards to the Kellers to the Dallaires to the Walshes to the Isfelds: he's passed on. When they get together there is a great dialogue and the odd coffee and beer drunk at the receptions. That's part of the process, when I say it's osmosis. It is a healing process. They know all about her bereavement program, and they're jumping on board. Unfortunately, there is sometimes not enough money to go around.