Walking for Alan: Honoring Missing and Murdered Indigenous Men

On May 14th, I joined the Walk for Murdered and Missing Indigenous Men in Winnipeg.

Under the intense heat of a 36°C day, I carried my poster, a bottle of water, and the weight of love, grief, and purpose.

We began at the Canadian Museum for Human Rights and walked all the way to the Manitoba Legislature—a symbolic journey rooted in remembrance, solidarity, and the call for justice.

Walking for My Son

I walked forAlan—my beautiful boy.

I walked because his life mattered, and because no family should have to fight to have their loss acknowledged.

I walked alongside other families, friends, and allies, all gathered in collective grief and strength. We walked with drums beating, songs rising, and names held high on handmade signs.

The Power of Community

This event wasn’t just a walk—it was a living expression of love and refusal to forget.

The drumming grounded us. The songs carried our pain. The posters told the stories of those no longer here.

Each person brought something—memories, sorrow, hope—and we moved forward together, step by step.

The Weight We Carry

It was physically challenging. The heat was oppressive. My fibromyalgia flared, and I had to be cautious. But none of it compared to the emotional weight—the ache of loss, the silence that so often follows these tragedies, and the strength it takes to keep showing up.

We ended the walk at the Manitoba Legislature, standing in front of the very systems that need to hear us most.

Our presence was not quiet. Our love is not invisible.

This walk may be over, but the work continues.

For Alan. For every name spoken—and every name still waiting to be heard.

We walk because we remember.

We walk because they should still be here.