The first time I spoke to Kye was our first day in Katimavik. It was on a break during orientation, and he walked up and asked me what kind of music I was into. We circled the conference room, pouring over each other’s tunes, connected by a set of ear buds. Over the next six months we became close friends, spending our meager free time together planning and botching elaborate meals, getting into mischief, and according to my fuzzy memories, laughing a lot. Kye was so funny, and I don't think I've met a more gregarious human.
I have a lot of fond memories with the man, but I think a stand out for me is from the time we took a road trip to the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton. I woke up very early one morning to an empty tent, and found a freezing Kye huddled in the car trying to get warm. Ever the big city kid, he didn't know you need to start the car to get heat, and so he had killed the battery in the process. After some trial and error, we managed to jump start the car by rolling it down a hill, and made a beesline to the nearest Tims for coffee. We had a full day of hiking, chatting, possibly arguing, and laughing. We cooked supper on a sheet of aluminum foil over a fire pit, and it remains the best steak either of us ever had. We talked about it the last time we saw each other.
We had one of those relationships where we might not talk for years, then pick up again where we left off. I’m heartbroken that we wont be able to catch up again, and wish I got to be around him more; but I’m so lucky to have spent the time I did with Kye. I’m really going to miss him.
The first time I spoke to Kye was our first day in Katimavik. It was on a break during orientation, and he walked up and asked me what kind of music I was into. We circled the conference room, pouring over each other’s tunes, connected by a set of ear buds. Over the next six months we became close friends, spending our meager free time together planning and botching elaborate meals, getting into mischief, and according to my fuzzy memories, laughing a lot. Kye was so funny, and I don't think I've met a more gregarious human.
I have a lot of fond memories with the man, but I think a stand out for me is from the time we took a road trip to the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton. I woke up very early one morning to an empty tent, and found a freezing Kye huddled in the car trying to get warm. Ever the big city kid, he didn't know you need to start the car to get heat, and so he had killed the battery in the process. After some trial and error, we managed to jump start the car by rolling it down a hill, and made a beesline to the nearest Tims for coffee. We had a full day of hiking, chatting, possibly arguing, and laughing. We cooked supper on a sheet of aluminum foil over a fire pit, and it remains the best steak either of us ever had. We talked about it the last time we saw each other.
We had one of those relationships where we might not talk for years, then pick up again where we left off. I’m heartbroken that we wont be able to catch up again, and wish I got to be around him more; but I’m so lucky to have spent the time I did with Kye. I’m really going to miss him.
