Kye’s mother, Christine, and I knew each other since high school. When we became adults, I remember when Christine was carrying Kye and when the girls got together to paint her fully pregnant belly just before Kye was born. We used non-toxic markers and drew all over her belly to celebrate the coming of Kye’s birth.
When Kye was around 4 years old, Christine asked me to babysit for him on a number of occasions. When I was there we would watch the Beauty and the Beast tirelessly over and over again, never getting bored of watching it just one more time ... lol. It was bedtime when the movie ended and I know his mom used to lay down beside him to read a bed time story to help him fall asleep. I loved reading him those stories to him. When the story ended, as per his mom’s instructions, I would say goodnight to all the things in his room, then I would say goodnight to the trees outside the window, then to the stars and the sky and the moon until he was fast asleep.
I cherish those memories very dearly as I missed the period of Kye’s life when he grew up into a man.
I met him again briefly, after reconnecting with Christine years later, when I visited her at her loft on Dundas Street, the East Space. When I saw him, I felt proud of Christine as a mother, who raised such a brilliant and talented young man, who’s time on this planet came to such an abrupt and premature end. His loss is an unspeakable tragedy. I am grieving with you, Christine, as an old friend of yours. Love always.
Kye’s mother, Christine, and I knew each other since high school. When we became adults, I remember when Christine was carrying Kye and when the girls got together to paint her fully pregnant belly just before Kye was born. We used non-toxic markers and drew all over her belly to celebrate the coming of Kye’s birth.
When Kye was around 4 years old, Christine asked me to babysit for him on a number of occasions. When I was there we would watch the Beauty and the Beast tirelessly over and over again, never getting bored of watching it just one more time ... lol. It was bedtime when the movie ended and I know his mom used to lay down beside him to read a bed time story to help him fall asleep. I loved reading him those stories to him. When the story ended, as per his mom’s instructions, I would say goodnight to all the things in his room, then I would say goodnight to the trees outside the window, then to the stars and the sky and the moon until he was fast asleep.
I cherish those memories very dearly as I missed the period of Kye’s life when he grew up into a man.
I met him again briefly, after reconnecting with Christine years later, when I visited her at her loft on Dundas Street, the East Space. When I saw him, I felt proud of Christine as a mother, who raised such a brilliant and talented young man, who’s time on this planet came to such an abrupt and premature end. His loss is an unspeakable tragedy. I am grieving with you, Christine, as an old friend of yours. Love always.
