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Oh Christine...you and your sweet boy came to see me at my downtown office and from the moment I met him, like you, I know he was a wonderful boy. He was kind and independent. There was a gap in his care but it couldn’t have been more than a year, but when I first met him, he was a boy, slim & cute. It seemed like the very next visit, he came back a man, strong, buff & with an heir of wisdom. I am thinking of him & you often. You are both in my thoughts, prayers and heart. Our journey on this earth is but a blip...his spirit and energy is ours now. Love and peace xo
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.
I've sort of been avoiding posting anything here. In part, because Kye was a lovely and magnanimous person who I'm sure was important and influential to a lot of people, and I'm always a bit hesitant to share emotional thoughts while there are eyes around. But in larger part, because Kye was a huge part of a brief but important part of my life, somebody who I attach some incredibly empowering emotions and feelings to. In one of my favorite books, Invisible Cities, by Italo Calvino, there is the following passage: "Every time I describe a city, I am saying something about Venice. Memory’s Images, once they are fixed in words, are erased. Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of it. Or perhaps, speaking of other cities, I have already lost it." I feel this so intensely when I think and speak about Kye. He was this glowing source of energy in a time of growth and self-discovery for me. We lived together in St. Andrews, sharing a flat, me as a first year student and he as a third year exchange. We instantly clicked together. I had, for most of my of teenage years, struggling with self-confidence and self-image, and only begun to leave those thoughts behind the year prior. I was eager to explore myself and have new experiences, and so was he. He was something of an engine behind me, somebody who never even imagined he couldn't do something, and somebody who never imagined you couldn't do it with him. He was always pushing himself, and you, to chase what you want, to believe in your own abilities, and to see the world around you for as complicated and beautiful as it was. But more amazingly it wasn’t with words so much as with his sheer presence. His energy and drive just to experience life and meet new people and see new things had a way of punching straight through your preconceptions, so thoroughly it was sometimes disorienting, and definitely often frustrating, but it always carried the tinges of respect and perspective that made you know he was just having fun pushing you and the conversation. He was a stellar friend, and he brought out the best in me in ways I only dimly suspected could happen and forms I wasn’t sure were there. But I mentioned memory for a reason. For all of our talks and drinking and traveling, it’s hard for me to tell any specific story. These memories are so important to me, and so infused with emotions and perspective I often struggle to come by myself, that I just don’t want to put them into words. For me, attaching language to them removes that emotional, nebulous, almost dream-like quality that they carry. It weakens or even severs those emotional tendons that attach them so firmly to my soul and self. For as brief as our time together was, Kye was just too important to me to allow that to happen. But… there is one short story I have shared before with others who knew him, and it just so happens to be one of my favorite memories of him, and so I’ll share it here: Four of us were taking a road trip up to and around the isle of Skye. It was Kye, myself (American), Stamatis (greek), and Patrick (scottish.) After a night or two of drinking, our time on the isle was coming to an end, and the morning we were to leave we decided to do at least some sightseeing. We couldn’t come all this way just to drink, right? So we asked the bnb clerk downstairs about sights nearby, and she pointed us to a quick hike 15 minutes up the road, a quick hike that was supposed to be gorgeous. So we drove up and got started. It was a March morning in coastal scotland, so it was wet, muddy, misty in every direction. We were all hungover, dressed casually, and 40 minutes into this “15 minute hike” it was clear this was a lot more than we had thought. We reach this flat field, beautiful in the Scottish mist, and we pause to rest a bit. We can’t see much, but suddenly in front of us the mist parts a bit and we see this muddy path turns what seemed like 60 degrees up, and vanished a ways into the fog. Collectively, we decided enough was enough, we were turning back. Except for Kye. He wanted to keep going, and he said “Come on guys, if we stop now think about how much we’ll regret it! We’ll never live it down.” And Patrick turned to him and said “Mate, you’re talking to a Greek, a Scot, and an American. The fact that we came this far today is enough of an accomplishment for AT LEAST today.” We laughed, and turned back. It was only years later that I remembered that the path we were on was to the Old Man at Storr, the legendary rock formation, and Kye was almost certainly right all along. Unfortunately the years after he left St Andrews were... turbulent for me, and over time I lost sight of that energy he brought out in me, but it's resurfaced now with this awful news and I hope to use it to keep his memory and legacy alive in my life, and pass it on to those around me. If I can succeed in brightening even one person the way that Kye did for me in that year, then I have lived a life worth living. Thank you Kye, and godspeed my friend.
From Abby Zaitzow: I don't remember a lot of details about clients when I shortly worked at Kozeta salon. What I do remember is feelings. I felt comfortable and inspired around you and you brought creativity just with your presence. Another feeling, although harder to explain until I started my own family was how you spoke about Kye and how the two of you interacted when together. I have no direct memories of him but know we met and know I was in the presence of something beautiful that I wanted in my life. Your relationship, although I knew very little about the details of always felt like something that I wanted in my life. You seemed like friends with the utmost respect for each other. It was not a relationship I had seen modelled before and I guess that's why it has stuck with my all these years later. I hope his memories will always be a blessing of which Im sure you have countless ones to chose from. Sending love and strength your way.
From Vicky Polyzois: January 18 2021. Christine my sincere condolences I remember your angel and how gifted he was ...I also had the opportunity to meet him one summer in Kentriki and he hung out with my son Thomas and he and myself are deeply saddened to hear of his passing . Christine I am Vicky Polyzois and used to be married to Ilias Glavas . Thinking of you dear friend and although many years have passed since we have touched base I Express my deepest sympathy for your son. I have no words but to send you my sincere condolences.
From Stephanie Martin: January 8, 2021 He was so friendly and kind . His love and bond he had with his mother was so special. I know she will keep your spirit alive. Stephanie Martin
From Julian Blair - January 9, 2021 I really enjoyed hanging out with you and playing guitar hero and going to centre Island. Mishaps and all like the centre island bike almost ending up in the water. I will miss all your jokes and all the fun times we had. Julian Blair Friend
Posted for Elswyth Fryer January 12, 2021 I remember Kye so fondly. I was his grade 6 teacher. He was a creative, gentle soul, and a true gentleman who charmed with his engaging smile. I always thought he would grow up to be the nicest man and he did. Anyone who knew him is blessed with gift of Kye. Christine, I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers. The world has lost a very bright spark. Elswyth Fryer Teacher
Posted for Liz Serec (Jan. 18 2020): It was my pleasure to meet Kye in Spring 2020 in Stratford. I have only seen and talked to this young man a few times but I quickly recognized how very caring and smart this young gentleman was. I was looking forward for him to move and enjoy his life here. Kye was very special person , was such a true gentleman with gentle soul. He touched my heart in such a short time. My deepest sympathy to all family at this very difficult time, Liz Serec
Kye was kind. Kye was curious. Kye was cute. My heart aches. We worked together on a project or two at Flipp. He wanted to know everything! One night in late 2016 we met up with some colleagues including Donnie Yee at a bar in Toronto to watch a drag show. We had a blast! Kye and I were bunk mates at the annual Flipp Blue Mountain retreat in January 2017. I remember Kye’s being quite intent on finishing a book that weekend. At some point on the first night I convinced him to come with me to one of the so-called party rooms. Minutes later after mingling I scanned the room for him. He was gone. A few weeks ago Kye sent me a message on LinkedIn. I didn’t immediately reply, and now it’s too late. I keep having visions of Kye at Flipp over the last 3 years. Kye at the pool table playing by himself. Kye in the queue for Friday lunches. Then I shook his hand one day, and I wished him luck because he was leaving Flipp. That was the last time I saw Kye. I’m sorry for your loss. Please accept my condolences. -Seth Wilson
From Maria Morgado January 6, 2021 My deepest condolences to you Christine. He will be very much missed by all who new him. I met Kye years ago when he came to Pape with you. He was very polite, very sweet, kind and a bit shy at the very tender age of 14. As he got older you always kept a picture of Kye in your classroom. I went to your classroom and some girls (Georgina and some friends) decided to show me his picture. They were blushing and said that you had a hot son. They were very sweet and loved you as a teacher and of course out of respect they never told you. He was very much admired by all of the girls and many of the boys as well. I spent some time with him and you this summer and he was very sweet, kind, caring and loving. He loved and respected you very much. Maria Morgado Friend
Kye was always there when I asked him to protect me from the raccoons down the alley so I could get to my apartment. He thought I was out of my mind and that they were just raccoons but no way Jose was I going by them alone, so it was kye to the rescue! I can remember as well him always greeting me saying "hey trace" or "what's up"
When I first met kye he was a little boy asking me to buy his board book at his garage sale. I have to add a good salesman as well cause I ended up buying the book
Remembering how in the summer when his mom was in Greece we played board games until 3am laughing so hard our bellies hurt. Doing grocery shopping together and watching mission impossible movies. The centre island trip where kye got a hold of a keychain that when you pressed a button said bomb chicka wa wa and hearing that about a 1,000 times that day lol. Riding the centre island bikes that we almost tipped into the water. Frisbee, badminton and so much more. Little kye showing up in his zombie costume ready to trick or treat. Showing up to the basement apartment ready to play air hockey. Even little kye using a chair to reach the top of the fridge where the brownies were to have one when he knew he wasnt suppose to while his parents were out. I'm so glad my daughter got to met kye. We always have brought up kye having fond memories and talking about the fun times together. We will always love you and so so glad we had you in our lives. Fly high angel xo
I met Kye when I joined Flipp back in 2017. Kye was a senior member on the analytics team and mentored me in dashboarding (he was the undisputed master at that stuff). He was really passionate about empowering people by teaching them dashboarding skills, which said a lot about his kind/helpful nature. Being in a small tightly-knit team for a few years, I had the pleasure of regularly hanging out with and shooting the breeze with Kye. The first time when I saw him in a more social light was at a Flipp weekend trip where he championed an M&M Team poker game. He pumped up the rest of us with his energy and the game was a lot of fun, I think we played for 4 hours. Kye was game for any activity; one of my favorite memories with him was when I invited him to a drop-in improv comedy class. Most people have reservations about improv because you have to drop your guard and be really open (I was inviting friends because I was scared to go alone!), but Kye said yes to the plan without reservation. He was always genuine and unapologetically himself, which is a really rare and awesome trait. Another time, Kye planned a “team event day” where the first half was spent volunteering at a charity (the Scott Mission). It was then that I learned that Kye knew about this particular charity because he had volunteered there a lot himself. The fact that he volunteered there a lot spoke to his goodness, while the fact that no one knew he volunteered there spoke to his humility. The rest of that “team event day” ended up being tons of fun too. Kye got barked at by Dylan’s tiny dog, and he got a little bit scared. In Kye’s defence, Asad was also hiding behind Kye (so the tiny dog might’ve been a tiny bit scary). It was a very memorable and cute event. I’m fortunate to have shared all those memories and more with Kye. I’m so very sorry for your loss Christine, my deepest condolences.
Kye and I were in Katimavik together. He was like a little brother to me. I'll always remember the terrible horror movie we made (his idea). When we first met, he was reading Tropic of Cancer and American Psycho—that has always stuck with me. We lived through a flood together, got chased out of a ghost village, had food fights, and too many costume nights to count. He introduced me to Toronto, when I stayed with him and Christine for a weekend. He was full of energy and creativity. He gave the best hugs. I'll miss him.
Kye was one of the first people I met at Flipp. He was quick to chat me up and show me the pool table to play a few games (which was very much appreciated). Over the next couple years, we'd spend a lot of time together. In spite of many corporate switch-ups, our desks were never more than a stone's throw away from each other. At one point, it was just the two of us in a room that could fit ten. I look back at those times and conversations fondly. It was during this time that he became the forefather the Great Chess Renaissance at the company, bringing in one of those elementary school chess mats that came in a giant tube. Suddenly, people would come wandering into the room, either looking for a game or just out of curiosity. It brought people together. His passion made me care about chess for the first time. I've played a some games in the last few days thinking of him. Kye had the rare trait of loving to both speak and listen. He always came at things from a unique perspective and loved to argue (as I do). Though firmly rooted in his views, he was the opposite of closed minded and loved to try and see things through the eyes of others. If you said something that struck a chord or changed the way he thought about something, he'd let you know. Kye's laughter was boundless. He would close his eyes, shake violently and let out this high pitched giggle - a pure expression of joy. As has been noted over and over again, Kye loved fun. Whether it was singing, dancing, trying something new: he was game for anything. Every year they held a big Halloween costume contest where teams would create elaborate costumes and show them off in front of the entire company. I thought it would be funny to do the classic, old-school bedsheet ghost. No one else did - except for Kye. Not wanting to ruin perfectly good bedsheets by cutting holes in them, the two of us sat covered in the audience unable to see the intricate, multi-media presentations of the other teams. We did, however, play a couple games of online chess. Kye was loyal and supportive. If you had a dream or wanted to pursue something, he'd be in your corner. I'll always remember Kye as a true original. A glorious weirdo (a high compliment in my book). I'm extremely thankful to have known him and will continue to think of him and the conversations we shared forever. Christine, he loved you so much. He would always talk about you. Seeing your rapport and connection at the wedding was beautiful - the highpoint of the night. I'm deeply sorry for your loss.
I remember Kye fondly - our first visit - when I took him aside to talk about himself and about writing. It was one of the great joys of my life to be able to lead him into writing, which you have been so gracious (in your time of grief) to email me about. As a young but prolific reader, Kye was the first to read my first book “RAD...and the quest for Geminus” and to write a review of it. What a guy!..we salute his spirit.
I met Kye a few years ago when we worked at Flipp together. Kye and I used to play chess together at lunch regularly, and I don't think I won a single game off of him - he was really good. Also, I remember him making a regular appearance at Karaoke nights and singing multiple songs each time. I'm so sorry to hear about this, and my sincere condolences to his family
As Christine’s friend throughout the years, I got to share many holidays, feasts and great conversations with Kye. Kye was incredibly intelligent and inquisitive. I could always expect Kye to have some great questions about the work I was doing or my position on current affairs. In the last year, I spent much time gardening with Christine in her backyard, chatting with Kye as we watered plants and enjoying the garden harvest over long, lazy meals under the grape vine. I’m forever thankful that I could share that experience with Kye and I hope that it helped to bring him some peace in a difficult time. Kye was adored by Christine. Their relationship was based on true respect and appreciation for each other. I know Christine will continue to honor his spirit by living life to the fullest, proudly following her own path, just as Kye did. Christine has accomplished so much in her life, but I think she would say raising a smart, thoughtful and creative son has been her greatest accomplishment. Rest in peace Kye.
I met Kye for the first time at Flipp during a presentation that we both had. I did my presentation and then he showed us a demo of the tool he made. It was a chatbot that he built. He was just humbled and genuine. Myself and some other folks used to walk in the park during our lunch hour. I remember one of those days that I was pregnant and could barely keep up with the rest of the team, he slowed down and walked beside me so that I am not alone. We talked about lots of things and at the end he wished me all the best on my pregnancy. It is very heart breaking to see him gone and its unfortunate that when I came back from my mat leave he wasn't working there. But I will always cherish his laughter and humbleness. I am sorry for your loss Christine. Hope his memories can heal your pain and give you comfort. May he Rest In Peace.
I’ll really miss Kye. He was brilliant, and his love was infectious. He had grand ideas, a big heart and marvellous quirks. Kye ate kiwi fruits like one eats an apple. I still don’t understand that, but it doesn’t matter. Kye was genuinely himself. Every day at lunch time Kye, Dylan, and I would head to the park across the office. We’d walk through the park discussing work, the day’s events, friends, relationships, Kye’s fashion choices. Sometimes, Kye and I would grab the corner booth at the sushi restaurant across the road. We’d get away from the office to share the juicy happenings. Kye loved miso soup, so he always had mine. Always, Kye would generously offer to pay for my meal. In the evenings, we’d take the subway home with Dylan. There was no shortage of topics to discuss. On many occasions I’d ride for one or two stops extra, just to hear Kye’s review on the latest bad horror movie he’d just watched. Kye would entertain all of my silly ideas and encourage me. One time I told him I wanted to design subway tiles, and lettering (genuinely). Kye supported me, and said he thought I’d do a great job at it. Kye was always up for doing all of my mundane errands with me too. We’d walk along Bloor street picking up a book, or something I needed for dinner that night. Kye somehow always had space for a snack or two. I remember many evenings on the benches in Jean Sibelius park chatting about retro video games; fitting since we were so close to Kye’s childhood home. If I drove home, Kye would come along for the ride. We’d spend hours (literally) parked in the car outside his mum’s place, contemplating life’s questions - big or small. At some point in 2017, all our conversations were about Apartment Rank. Kye had started up an apartment matching business. I was his guinea pig, his critic, and most of all, his unpaid co-founder. As I looked through an email I received from his system, I smiled when I saw a question that embodied Kye’s playful nature - “What age are you, in spirit?”. No realtor has ever asked me that. The last time we hung out, we shared a BBQ platter. In true fashion, we ate too much, and drove around for longer than was necessary, just to catch up some more. Kye showed me how what it means to be genuine and care for your friends. He was there whenever I wanted to hang out. When I newly became a father, Kye put his arm around me and asked how I was doing. I can still remember that day. Christine, I am so sorry for your loss. Kye loved you incredibly. The world could do with a few more souls like Kye’s. I'll really miss ya, pal.
Hi, I am a close friend of Irma's, she recently told me of the sad news. Sometime in the nineties, upon Irma's suggestion, I went to a meeting for a project you were putting together. I remember your son was very young at the time and he had to hear the song "I would walk 500 miles", you put it on and both you & him sang & danced to it. I guess he was willing to go to bed after that and the meeting could begin. Anyway, my sincerest condolences, take care.
I met Kye during my economics undergrad at Queen's in my third or fourth year. We took a few classes together, and soon became study buddies and then truly good friends. We spent many late nights together trying to figure out the correct answer to math/economics problems, and equally many late nights eating and drinking at Queen's Pub and other campus/Kingston spots. Kye was a great conversationalist, and we had many long and deep chats about so many different topics - from feminism to politics to time and space, and many things in between. He was always super kind and super encouraging, and at the same time he'd challenge you to defend your position and/or be the best version of yourself - what a winning combination. I remember we had a vague plan at some point to take a trip up to the territories to see the Northern Lights with another economics pal (Damien) - but unfortunately never ended up going through with it. I wish we had. We stayed in touch for a few years after University when we both moved back to Toronto. I remember he got into writing stories and would read them to me sometimes. And, like others have commented, Kye was super close with his mom. I remember him saying a few times that he thought we'd get along, and even though we never ended up meeting, I always took that as a huge compliment. Though we eventually grew apart (life got in the way), we would still occasionally message each other or meet up for coffee to catch up. I've always thought of Kye so fondly and have looked back on our memories together with happiness and warmth. When I heard news of his passing today, I scrolled back through our messages and found the most beautifully written, kind note he sent me a few years back. Reading it reminded me what a great person and friend Kye was. He will definitely be missed.
I met Kye when we both started work at Bell. I remember spending a lot of time at lunch or events debating over on one topic or another. His analytical mind and thoughtful responses always made for an interesting discussion. I also admired the energy he put into his interests outside of work and hearing about them encouraged me to pursue my own hobbies. I will never forget the time we went to karaoke together. I wouldn't have gotten up to sing if not for his encouragement. I'm happy I got to know you and I will miss you.
Photo taken on 15. September 2013, during my visit to Canada. Lovely photo of Kye and Christine.
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.
I met Kye when he first started at Bell, and got close to him when he started at Flipp. Our daily carpool commute was always filled with interesting thoughts, joyous laughter, and many happy memories. Kye has always been an inquisitive man, and there was nothing that could satisfy his curiosity. I will miss him dearly for being a good friend and am saddened by the loss of such a great person.
I am devastated to hear about Kye’s passing - and want to send my deeps condolences to Christine. As a neighbour and friend of Christine’s for years, I had the pleasure of meeting Kye many times when he was coming and going from his mum’s house and in the hallway with our little cat. It was always a pleasure to speak with him and specifically the day we spent on a food tour in Kensington Market will not be forgotten. I wish I had spent more time getting to know him and will always think of him fondly in my memories.
I met Kye over 16 years ago in Grade 7. Even as a kid, Kye had all the qualities that would make him such a great man - he was kind, outgoing, compassionate, and confident in who he was and what he wanted. I feel so lucky to have met him so young, and to have him play such a significant role in my life all these years. I've been thinking back on my memories of Kye a lot these past few days, and the ones that I treasure most are of us just sitting around talking. My memories of Kye are filled with quiet little moments made special by great conversation - staying up all night at sleep-overs at his house, sitting in a park for hours, leafing through comics at the BMV, studying together at Queen's, grabbing drinks to catch-up, and countless others. Kye had a way of making everything more fun just by being a part of it. One time when we were heading to Cuba in fourth year university, the two of us ended up getting stuck in an airport for hours after our flight was delayed (twice!). It would have been boring with anyone else, but with Kye it was just hours of music, weird British comedies and him fleecing me at cards. We had a lot of much more wild times together too (including on that trip), but he was the rare person who could turn something as boring as being stuck in an airport into a cherished memory. If the average person was as joyful, honest and fearless in living their life as Kye was, the world would be a much better place. I love you man, and I really miss you. My life won't be the same without you. Rest in peace.
I met Kye while we were both working at Bell for a few years. I have many wonderful memories of Kye, he was one of the most passionate and creative people I have come to know. He was very innovative and had an entrepreneurial mind, I still remember having conversations about his amazon businesses and product management. On top of that, he was also an incredibly fun person to be around with, together we had been to many fun outings and adventures all over Toronto. There is a saying that there are some who bring a light so great to the world that even after they are gone the light remains and I have no doubt Kye was one of those people. Sending all the love to Christine, whom I was fortunate enough to meet once at a movie theatre and I recognized immediately how strong and special the bond she had with Kye. Kye, hope you are laughing and having a good time among the stars, you will be missed.
Christine introduced me to Kye the summer before he went to university. There is a saying that you can judge a man’s character by his relationship with his mother and Kye was a shining example of that statement holding true. It didn’t take me very long to learn that he was a young man that carried himself well beyond his years with an air of quiet, resolved confidence.
Kye has been one of the kindest souls I have met in my life. He was a source of constant positivity, happiness and encouragement. Our time together at Bell and after-work Golf Range plans will be my best moments with him. The best example of his personality is a video I have of my golf swing (with Kye recording) and encouraging me despite me being absolutely trash... that's the person he was. I loved him as a person and will always remember him as a smart, capable individual who had so much potential to do great things. Will be praying for him... may he rest in peace
Posted for Philip Stenning: I have known Kye since a few days after he was born. The picture on the top right above was taken when his Mum, Christine, brought him for a visit to my house on Algonquin Avenue in Toronto, when he was still a baby. He is being held up by my daughter. Both of my children adored him! The other photos were taken when Kye was, I think, about 7 or 8 years old. They are a few of many that I took when Christine kindly agreed to come to my house with Kye and sit for me, so that I could practice portrait photography. Kye was a lovely boy who benefited enormously from the unconditional love, devotion and guidance of his parents during his childhood. He was always kind, generous, thoughtful and inquisitive, and had an engagingly wry sense of humour. He was, however, I think, very shaken up by the untimely death of his father when he was a teenager, and I think never really got over that loss. Nevertheless, he pursued his dreams with passion, whether that of becoming a musician or preparing himself for the working world as an adult. He seemed to have a natural ability to attract friends. Because I was living overseas by the time he had become an adult, I did not see him as much in his later years, as I had when he was a child. But I always took every opportunity to spend time with him and Christine whenever I visited Toronto, and saw him mature into a caring adult who was always the apple of his mother's eye. I last saw them, via Skype, enjoying their 2020 Christmas Eve dinner together. Kye's unexpected and untimely death is a terrible tragedy, which no mother should have to bear. It prematurely and cruelly brought to an end a life that had shown so much promise. And as so many others who have left messages on this site have confirmed, he was a much loved friend who will be greatly missed and never forgotten. R.I.P. Kye. And my most sincere condolences to Christine. With much love, Philip
Emily Eng I am a friend of Christine and got to know Kye when I went to visit Christine. He was always pleasant and quiet. Christine would always fill me in about Kye's studies, and career. She was so proud of him. He was her rock when Christine had a flood in her home. They travelled together and had so much to share. Christine's love for Kye was never ending. We all had a hoot at an opera concert and then took off for a Korean. Kye surprised me about his devotion as comic collector. I'm glad I had chance to finally cook a Chinese meal for them, and will miss him dearly.
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 was a wonderful young man. I will always remember Kye as the devoted son that would meet up with us at “The Nose" and sit with the three of us as a friend, far beyond his years! Christine always spoke with such pride about Kye, whether he was there or not, her love came through in anecdotes about his time at Queens or St Andrew's or at work or in his relationships. He was, in many ways, his mom's best friend, I cannot fathom her loss, but I do know Christine will cherish all the time they had together, as each other’s best friends, and that Kye always knew he was loved! We miss you Kye!
Now that I have had a few days to process, I wanted to write another entry here and share some more memories. Kye and I met on our first night out in St Andrews, Scotland. Kye was just starting a year abroad at St Andrews University, and I was commencing my Master’s programme. We were at the Student’s Union for a party but neither of us had purchased a ticket in advance and they were sold out, so we were stuck in the foyer. We asked around where else we could go and ended up at a club called the Lizard (any St Andrews students will immediately recognise this name). We danced the whole night (he was a great dancer) and managed to get lost on our way home. At one point we found ourselves in the middle of a muddy field! When I realised I was in the middle of a dark, empty field with a guy I had just met, I got a bit nervous. He picked up on this quickly, and with his usual friendly, easy-going manner immediately put me at ease. (We made it back to our student accommodation eventually). Another memory that made me smile was remembering how he refused to get a modern-day smartphone. He insisted on using a very basic feature phone that he’d acquired for about 20 pounds, and that he would frequently lose somewhere in his room and forget to charge for days. People were constantly contacting me, asking if I could help put them in touch with Kye, since they’d failed to reach him for days. He didn’t see this as a problem – after all, he could always reach other people when he needed to. :-D I’m not sure why he was so resistant to modern technology. Perhaps because he was always an old soul. I was often struck by how mature and insightful he was, even at the age of 19/20 when I knew him. On nights out, he was often the one who looked out for his friends and made sure everyone was safe. He understood many important things about relationships and people that took me years to fully comprehend. He knew the importance of being 100% yourself and not compromising on who you are and what you want. I learned this lesson through my time with him and I am forever grateful. I was going through some old entries in my diary from my time at St Andrews and I found a note Kye wrote to me at the time. I think those who knew him will recognise him in these words: “Life’s too short to worry about little things. Try not to let them bother you. At the same time if something is bothering you it may not be as small as you think, in which case it is important to talk to me about it.” I’m a big worrier about small things. Kye always tried to put me at ease and he was generous with his time when I needed to talk. I also remember how hard working and diligent he always was. Often after a night out, he would proceed to sit in bed and read notes for his classes. I tried this once – after a party, he sat down to work, so I also sat down and read an article I had printed off, and underlined things I thought were important. The next morning I discovered I hadn’t underlined anything. I’d crossed out random bits of text and couldn’t remember a thing I’d read. I’m not sure how he did it! I take comfort knowing that, although his life was much shorter than it should have been, I am confident it was a full life. He always aimed to do his best at everything he did, and he never settled for less. I know he had a lot of varied, vibrant, meaningful experiences and he enriched many people’s lives. The final memory I want to share is a more recent one. A few months ago, Kye reached out to me. There were a few things we’d never really talked about, some old grievances to air. We had an open, honest conversation. It was very positive and we wished each other well. I’m forever grateful that he was so mature and cared enough to reach out, after all this time. We’ll miss you, Kye.
Kye, it is so hard to write this… you were first and foremost my friend. We met at Bell in the summer of 2014. You were our goalie at Bell soccer team. You were so passionate about soccer. Back then I always tried to sit beside you in after-work outings… you never bored me.. you always had interesting topics to talk about: from literature to soccer, movie, and music. In 2015 when I lost my best friend, you were the one who listened to me, you were the one who holds my hand and walked me through those dark sad days…I still remember us working on my friend's memorial note together. God! You were so good with words…your stories were so well written..you used to write, you were even taking writing courses. In the fall of 2015, we started dating and it was a fun ride. It was never boring with you, you were my favorite playmate. You were so creative, passionate and caring, always full of energy. You used to pick up a project (your amazon business, the rental recommendation website and etc) and work on it endlessly. It was impressive to see you working so consistently on what you wanted to accomplish. We had so many silly games. So much laughter.. all those pool nights, ordering countless spicy caesars at Toronto downtown bars.. going for karaoke night! you loved singing!. Hangouts with Christine at her place. Making easter basket or going to a scape room together. You were such a big foodie, always getting the biggest Asian soup. You always challenged me and push me to face my fears. I could always run ideas by you, and get your opinion on them. You were very logical and had such an analytical mind. I have learned so much from you. It is sad to know that talented passionate person is gone. We did not stay in touch after the breakup but I will always remember you. Rest in peace my friend.
Kye was one of my closest friends for the last 5 years. We met at Bell while being coworkers, but very quickly found common interests and a shared sincerity and wonder for the world. While I remain in shock, I am reminded of how kind, caring, intelligent, and a loyal friend he was despite the many challenges that he faced in recent years. I was lucky enough to know him for over 5 years and have many sweet memories of him. Even though I still can't believe he's gone, he will remain with me forever through these memories. I mourn his passing and celebrate his life along with his friends and his mom Christine all of whom I was lucky to spend time with, alongside Kye, this summer over BBQ dinners and in parks. Kye beat me in the last game of FIFA and the crossbar challenge he played with me at Christie Pitts. He was a competitor but also an encourager. He loved to dream alongside his friends and family. He gave them a listening ear and enjoyed exploring ideas with them. I realized today - that we are who we are as a sum of the parts of us that are illuminated by our friends and family. When you lose one of your friends, the part that was illuminated by them dies with them. And so the loss is very real and personal. But the memory and remembrance of those parts of you that your friend evoked will be with you forever and will always keep that friend close to you. Love you and miss you Kye. Rest in Peace.
I was part of the St Andrews welcome team at Edinburgh Airport and met Kye straight off the plane. We sat together on the bus and immediately struck up a friendship-- he had so many questions about the university, what there was to do, the people, me; and was one of my closest friends for the year that he was there. I remember how much he appreciated music-- he taught me how to relax into playing the drums, he insisted that a girl who had been using the music room before us stay to accompany us on the piano even over her protestations that Chopin wasn't well suited for the snare drum and cymbal. We travelled together to Skye and I vividly remember his keenness to explore Scotland, a place I lived all my life, but failed to appreciate. He always had interesting perspectives on any topic, could be very persuasive, was always positive, and a kinder person you would struggle to come by. He was the best person to sit and drink whisky with. Kye stayed with me at my parent's house a couple of times and was a great hit with my friends from home. He could drink like a Scot and had a brilliant sense of humour. I remember him cooking us all steak and eggs one morning after a party; taking himself off to the shops one morning before we all woke up to get the supplies. I also lucked out with him securing an internship in London before he headed home-- free accommodation for me in his Soho shack with penthouse views when I visited to explore London with him. I remember having the best conversations about every subject as the Soho Pride parades went on around us. Most of all, I remember how much he loved his mum, she was never far from his thoughts when he was with us in St Andrews. I can't imagine how painful this must be for his family. For me it is the sad realisation that someone I wish I had kept in better touch with won't be at the other end of messenger when I finally make it to Canada to visit. He remains a big part of my time at university and I'll always remember him.
Kye was a loyal, happy, smart young man. I met him at Carlton along with the rest of the crew. I will forever remember the times we shared together. This picture was one from my birthday. Will miss you a lot Kye. My condolences to his friends and family.. especially his mom , Christine.
Kye was so sweet and fun. Sadly didn't get to see Kye in the last year or two (once our kiddo came along and covid) but remembering some super fun times we all had together that included karaoke nights, halloween parties, our wedding...and a very fun and competitive murder mystery party which Kye was excellent at playing his role (the detective!). I know Omar will miss him lots. Sending prayers, hope, strength and condolences to Kye's mom and his many friends. xo
This is a photo from my wedding in 2016. There are no words to describe such a tragedy. I can only speak of all the incredible times I’ve shared with Kye on this journey. I met Kye for the first time when I lived at Carlton. Kye had recently moved in. We were having a party in the party room and Kye joined us. From then one he was part of the crew. We shared countless great times together. Watching movies, hanging out, going to socialize. We had a Carlton crew. We would often go for meals. Kye was a great fan of Asian soup. That was his thing. He loved spicy soup. Anytime I have a soup I’ll think of him. I met my wife Sara in 2015. Sara has many fond memories of Kye as well. Kye came on my bachelor party to Niagara Falls. That was so nice of him. He was such a sport. He was such a good dude. Such a cool, analytical and lovely human being. I was speaking with him in May via Facebook messenger and remembering tell him him, “I love you bro” and he said I love you too, that gives me peace knowing I told him I loved him. I do love you brother. I love you my friend. I’m sorry you left this earth so early. I am so grateful to have met you. I’m so grateful to have shared moments. I appreciate you. You’re a wonderful person. I love you brother.
I have so many wonderful memories with Kye. We met at Queen’s and both went on exchange to St. Andrews. We lived in the same apartment complex and hung out everyday. I’ve spent today laughing and crying as I reminisce on our time together. We were so far from home but we had each other. It didn’t take long for us to meet some amazing people there. We had a great group of friends at St Andrews and had such great times together. I wish I could go back and relive those memories with Kye. It’s been a little while since I last saw Kye. I kept telling myself I would message him soon to catch up and I regret that I won’t have the chance again. Kye, I love you and I’ll miss you. Christine, I am so very sorry for your loss. Kye loved you so much. I know how close you were and my heart breaks for you. You’re in my thoughts.
I have a lifetime of memories that I shared with Kye. My fondest of them are the smallest ones: getting pizza together on the weekend and staying up to watch movies we rented from Queen Video; playing in our tow man "band" together in the living room while poor Milou tried to sleep; when he would have to lean over to me to explain anything that happened in a Marvel movie. Kye was one of my very best friends ever. I hope to honor him by embodying his indominable spirit, his eternal adventurousness, and his wonderful, caring heart. I love you, Kye
Kye and I spent a year together at St Andrews University. This was a very special year for me and I have lots of wonderful memories from that time, most of which include Kye. I can honestly say I wouldn't be who or where I am today if it weren't for him. There are a few memories that stand out vividly - he was always very passionate, ambitious, and innovative. We'd spend hours discussing various topics - from Star Wars to global inequalities - and he always got me to question and challenge my preconceived notions. I also spent a wonderful 4 weeks in Toronto with Kye and Christine. The bond between Kye and Christine was clearly incredibly profound and special. It was a pleasure to spend time with both of them. A very special person, with a special place in my heart.
Kye was one of the best friends I've ever had. He was very kind, caring, understanding, funny, loyal and a great listener. This picture was taken on November 27, 2020. It is one of the last few times I got to see Kye. I feel very fortunate and blessed to have been his friend for so long. I have many great memories with Kye. He will be remembered forever.
Bethany, Jasper, Myself and Kye in Craic, Saskatchewan while Volunteering with Katimavik.
Spending Christmas 2009 with you and Kye is a forever memory for us. Cross country skiing, watching zombie movies, and playing games. The strong bond between Christine and Kye couldn't be matched. Sending you love. - Sara and Art
Nitish Sharma
Nitish Sharma
I know it has been 4 years, but I wanted to share that people are still thinking of you Kye and that you left and indelible mark on the people you met throughout the journey of your life. I remember speaking with you many times years ago and it was clear you had big hopes and dreams that you were passionate about seeing through. Hope you are resting in peace.
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