Christine was expecting Kye when we became friends. My memories of Kye as a baby and toddler were of a sweet and curious boy. I always looked forward to babysitting. Kye would curl up on my lap and we would read stories together. He would point at the prints of notable artwork which decorated the walls in his room with delight. We would visit the parks near his home on Walmer Ave where his smiling eyes would attract a lot of attention. His giggles were infectious.
I remember visiting your home when Kye was in middle school. He asked if I would like to buy his newspaper. It was all about the Annex. He wrote the sensational headlines and news stories, drew the illustrations and marched down to Bloor St to the local copy shop to reproduce it all by himself. His writing was clever and even from a young age he was fiercely independent and creative.
My family has special memories when you both came to our house for dinner. What was most remarkable to all of us about Kye was his intelligence and unique perspectives on politics, music, film, and travel. He spoke with ease and confidence and purpose on any topic. His conversation and kindness flowed.
Kye’s passing was sudden. I’m grateful for the moments of his life which I shared.
”Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality”. Emily Dickinson.
In this way we will all keep Kye close.
We love you Christine and are here for you always.
Christine was expecting Kye when we became friends. My memories of Kye as a baby and toddler were of a sweet and curious boy. I always looked forward to babysitting. Kye would curl up on my lap and we would read stories together. He would point at the prints of notable artwork which decorated the walls in his room with delight. We would visit the parks near his home on Walmer Ave where his smiling eyes would attract a lot of attention. His giggles were infectious.
I remember visiting your home when Kye was in middle school. He asked if I would like to buy his newspaper. It was all about the Annex. He wrote the sensational headlines and news stories, drew the illustrations and marched down to Bloor St to the local copy shop to reproduce it all by himself. His writing was clever and even from a young age he was fiercely independent and creative.
My family has special memories when you both came to our house for dinner. What was most remarkable to all of us about Kye was his intelligence and unique perspectives on politics, music, film, and travel. He spoke with ease and confidence and purpose on any topic. His conversation and kindness flowed.
Kye’s passing was sudden. I’m grateful for the moments of his life which I shared.
”Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality”. Emily Dickinson.
In this way we will all keep Kye close.
We love you Christine and are here for you always.
