Thursday, October 29, 2015

5 years

‎I love you
The haunting feeling like I did something wrong still lingers in the gallows of my soul.
My son....
I miss you, 
The pain is like a knife in my chest.

Dad...

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Oct 30 2014

‎Alone wondering what life would be like if he was here

Not a days go by without my heart broken

Dreams that become nightmares

No logic 
Guilt 
Anger
Sadness

Moments of pain and hurt that can not be define by simple words

I love you my son

Sweet dreams god bless and dont let the bed bugs bite

Life is fucked up

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

3rd year... GONE...

It's. Not easier, nope. It's shitty..


It not like anything else you have felt in your life
Hollow, alone, Hiltons yesterday's news. Throat closed over, panic...

no one even remembers him... nor should they... 

I do... I'm supposed too... I got it.. it's my pain.. »my hurt...

Penny's, kats and georga's and kellies... all reeling in our own way...
 
Some worse... Then others...

I hope georga forgets... and when she is thirty, it won't be a memory, it will just be a bad dream...

Kat... she lives it with me... everyday...she sees my pain... I see hers....

It's the most fucked up, feeling you could ever have.....


I'm so damaged by the experience of Hiltons death, I wonder how I can even get out of bed.. not fare, 

Really God is an asshole...

Time does not heal all wounds...

I'm  crippled by  the experience  fuck fuck fuck....

I wish I had an insight *a Oprah Moment, that would allow it all to make sense... 

I'm waiting for god to give me a sign as to why this happened to me....

Tomorrow is another day...(sigh)

God bless Sweet dreams..... don't let the bed bugs bite.... my little buddy.... 

Mother fucker.... 







Monday, October 14, 2013

3 years... since his accident

‎I love you son, 

I wish I could tell the people that need to know what is going on in my head.....

I wish I could share my feelings, in hopes to help another Dad(s) and families....

This blog will be used against me...so I restrain myself... 

Even though hilti will tell me to fuck'em All....... 

I wear hilts ashes around my neck everyday. I touch them like he is with me everyday.

Happy thanksgiving. 

TIM BYRNE.








Friday, May 10, 2013

Happy birthday my little buddy

You would be 23 today...
I miss you more then ever....


Honesty and integrity. With every service call...24 years of learning.

Tim Byrne
Stadia Industries Ltd.
My number: 905-739-1450
24-7 Service: 1-905-739-3939

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Saturday, December 24, 2011

Welcome visitors from the Toronto Star

The story begins here.

And here you'll find an index of Hilton's 20 days in the ICU.