tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67627428734205429032024-03-20T06:11:14.341-04:00Hilton Alexander Byrne<b>Born:</b> May 10 1990<br>
<b>Lost:</b> October 30 2010<br>
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<i>God bless, sweet dreams...<br>
Don't let the bed bugs bite</i>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.comBlogger464125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-52634286220704893222020-05-12T20:16:00.001-04:002020-05-12T20:16:25.625-04:00May 11 2020/ covid ?It's the day after motherday <div dir="auto">The day after hiltons birthday </div> <div dir="auto">May 10 2020</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">He would be 30 years old...</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">I went to his grave site .... i was not allowed In </div> <div dir="auto">Covid 19 stupid... </div> <div dir="auto">No flash mobs at the grave yard ...</div> <div dir="auto">No work ... at all...</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">Today I have not only lost my son</div> <div dir="auto">But I no longer have a relationship with my daughter </div> <div dir="auto">even though she is alive and she was one of the three amigos </div> <div dir="auto">She know longer wants to talk to her dad ...super sad for me.... if you know her ask why and tell her I love her....</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">Hilton happy birthday </div> <div dir="auto">and if I had one wish on this day it would to make a mends with the following people</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">Mike byrne</div> <div dir="auto">Kevin byrne</div> <div dir="auto">Kelly byrne</div> <div dir="auto">Kat byrne </div> <div dir="auto">Katie byrne ...</div> <div dir="auto">Ciaran lazenby </div> <div dir="auto">Ian lazenby</div> <div dir="auto">David lazenby ...</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">I have no idea why these people have cut me out of their lives... but I love them and miss them ...</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">Hilton I miss you very much... </div> <div dir="auto">I miss you and cry as if it was just yesterday, we were fucking around in the shop...</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">My life changed the day you died...</div> <div dir="auto"> boy oh boy do I walk with an emotional limp ... as David kloke would say....</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">I have flashbacks and night terrors... all from that time ... i sleep like shit ... even if I take cbd oil... hahah nope...</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">Hiltob / Kat/ Georga are my rockstars..i would do anything for you three... anything...</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">Oh hilton..just wanted you to know allie and I are great and have surrounded ourselves with great people .... that has to because of you..</div> <div dir="auto">Oh and nan.... ( my mom- hiltons grandmother) nan .. she still makes be pancakes ... and her and I are super close ... best friends....</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">She tells me she thinks of you all the time .. and love you... </div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <P style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt; FONT-FAMILY: ARIAL; MARGIN-TOP: 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 2"> <TABLE style="HEIGHT: 455px; WIDTH: 427px" cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0><TBODY> <TR> <TD style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; WIDTH: 400px" vAlign=top><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><STRONG></STRONG> <P style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; LINE-HEIGHT: 17pt"><BR><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"> </SPAN></SPAN></P> <P style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; LINE-HEIGHT: 17pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt"><STRONG>Tim Byrne</STRONG></SPAN><BR></P></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #3d3c3f"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #3d3c3f"></SPAN></SPAN><FONT style="COLOR: #000000" color=#9b9b9b>Email: <A style="COLOR: #000000">tbyrne@stadia.ca</A></FONT><BR><SPAN style="COLOR: #000000">Cell: <A style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; TEXT-DECORATION: none; COLOR: #000000" href="tel:416-984-9045">416-984-9045</A><BR>Website: <A style="COLOR: #000000" href="http://www.stadia.ca">www.stadia.ca</A> <BR>24/7 Service: 905-739-3939</SPAN> <P style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; LINE-HEIGHT: 17pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #3d3c3f"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #3d3c3f"><SPAN style="COLOR: #000000"><SPAN style="COLOR: #000000"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0f_HVWAYyxBlDbZov0QwzO-zTNplp3xXvSWaNeRneLBR3drtNQKfppDVvkhfJou8r9ovek7LQS1kPeeDH_Sm8VO_i1XQUCl4ixRmtoN-YvDiWsPOLMdSXtsIo_ARZ9CUdBoe-L3w9s4/s1600/Signaturepic1_67c9393b-754b-47bb-8ac3-97ce20e205bc-785658.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0f_HVWAYyxBlDbZov0QwzO-zTNplp3xXvSWaNeRneLBR3drtNQKfppDVvkhfJou8r9ovek7LQS1kPeeDH_Sm8VO_i1XQUCl4ixRmtoN-YvDiWsPOLMdSXtsIo_ARZ9CUdBoe-L3w9s4/s320/Signaturepic1_67c9393b-754b-47bb-8ac3-97ce20e205bc-785658.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6826116020434573938" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1MTs_W0G72Zp_4GG51BHNoCWNdoqi2ZmJCQ5EBtmeAQCbXOVS8o0V9cz7gbKLZItiRqx4OHazpwpjGUJfE_5BPcMFdhnNux-DoD8sLBdFt93hP4yQoM1p8TFHj_gHqF5R-pmXZUbUjM/s1600/Signaturepic2_01bb22b2-1bb3-433f-98ad-d2b5a697b10b-787550.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1MTs_W0G72Zp_4GG51BHNoCWNdoqi2ZmJCQ5EBtmeAQCbXOVS8o0V9cz7gbKLZItiRqx4OHazpwpjGUJfE_5BPcMFdhnNux-DoD8sLBdFt93hP4yQoM1p8TFHj_gHqF5R-pmXZUbUjM/s320/Signaturepic2_01bb22b2-1bb3-433f-98ad-d2b5a697b10b-787550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6826116024167580274" /></a></SPAN></SPAN></SPAN></SPAN></P> <P style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; LINE-HEIGHT: 17pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #3d3c3f"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; COLOR: #3d3c3f"><SPAN style="COLOR: #000000"><SPAN style="COLOR: #000000"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt"><STRONG><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIlMrvYRI3TQRkT1OdxsZ1Z36Axuvb6QN9TyfwyctN_4_0-2alvrhqbaend01MI6Prh3IR58_MGISZIPzsKQ2uvmoMKpAgoH7ZPKwu1HfMfy7m34fADKj-kNtL5KUk58WjaxdP7b8CEi0/s1600/HappyMothersDaySIL_63e65a37-108c-43eb-aa93-035794e9b587-788945.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIlMrvYRI3TQRkT1OdxsZ1Z36Axuvb6QN9TyfwyctN_4_0-2alvrhqbaend01MI6Prh3IR58_MGISZIPzsKQ2uvmoMKpAgoH7ZPKwu1HfMfy7m34fADKj-kNtL5KUk58WjaxdP7b8CEi0/s320/HappyMothersDaySIL_63e65a37-108c-43eb-aa93-035794e9b587-788945.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6826116031724589794" /></a></STRONG></SPAN></SPAN></SPAN></SPAN></SPAN></P></TD></TR></TBODY></TABLE></P> <P style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; MARGIN-TOP: 0px"> </P>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-14245194286730003822019-10-14T09:08:00.001-04:002019-10-14T09:08:23.176-04:002010<div dir="auto">It's been 9 years since hiltons fatal accident </div> <div dir="auto">I will be honest it never got easier and time does not heal all wounds </div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">Loosing a child .. having the pull the plug on a child is an experience one should never have to endure </div> <div dir="auto">The death of a grandparent. Or a parent or even a brother or sister is not the same </div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">I have a very clear memory of hiltons stay at st. Mike's hospital </div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">I love you son ... keep watching over Kat. Georg your mom and me ... </div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div id="composer_signature" dir="auto"> <div dir="auto"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUntBQexM904Eb8wz_kTiyKFz0qK4tD3I76gBj29eMOnRP8-4iJFmusxzrw8cfQIv0BBKZmgIBxFgU3OF6liWjvVNl5hENRysBF3OlpLgDUq4a8GLE5ivCF9hJ-rfh8oVko5JMaqYO7KY/s1600/signature_bod-703246.gif"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUntBQexM904Eb8wz_kTiyKFz0qK4tD3I76gBj29eMOnRP8-4iJFmusxzrw8cfQIv0BBKZmgIBxFgU3OF6liWjvVNl5hENRysBF3OlpLgDUq4a8GLE5ivCF9hJ-rfh8oVko5JMaqYO7KY/s320/signature_bod-703246.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6747644898345082530" /></a></div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">Laugh..live..play work</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">We are the best little handyman general contractor Canada has </div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> <div dir="auto">Call my cell if ya want to talk</div> <div dir="auto"><b><font size="5">416 984 9045</font></b></div> <div dir="auto"><b><font size="5">Tim</font></b></div> <div dir="auto"><font size="5" style="">If your stuck </font></div> <div dir="auto">Want to place a service call anywhere in canada🇨🇦</div> <div dir="auto">Call </div> <div dir="auto">637 948 8181</div> <div dir="auto"><br> </div> </div> Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-52180959252423969152015-10-29T17:49:00.001-04:002015-10-29T17:49:13.424-04:005 years<div>‎I love you</div><div>The haunting feeling like I did something wrong still lingers in the gallows of my soul.</div><div>My son....</div><div>I miss you, </div><div>The pain is like a knife in my chest.</div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Dad...</span></div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-14226564152883727722014-10-30T22:00:00.000-04:002014-10-30T22:01:10.884-04:00Oct 30 2014<div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">‎Alone wondering what life would be like if he was here</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Not a days go by without my heart broken</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Dreams that become nightmares</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">No logic </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Guilt </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Anger</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Sadness</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Moments of pain and hurt that can not be define by simple words</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">I love you my son</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Sweet dreams god bless and dont let the bed bugs bite</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Calibri, 'Slate Pro', sans-serif;">Life is fucked up </span></div><div><br></div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-91421296187387008352013-10-30T21:14:00.001-04:002013-10-30T21:14:30.790-04:003rd year... GONE...<div>It's. Not easier, nope. It's shitty..</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>It not like anything else you have felt in your life</div><div>Hollow, alone, Hiltons yesterday's news. Throat closed over, panic...</div><div><br></div><div>no one even remembers him... nor should they... </div><div><br></div><div>I do... I'm supposed too... I got it.. it's my pain.. »my hurt...</div><div><br></div><div>Penny's, kats and georga's and kellies... all reeling in our own way...</div><div> </div><div>Some worse... Then others...</div><div><br></div><div>I hope georga forgets... and when she is thirty, it won't be a memory, it will just be a bad dream...</div><div><br></div><div>Kat... she lives it with me... everyday...she sees my pain... I see hers....</div><div><br></div><div>It's the most fucked up, feeling you could ever have.....</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>I'm so damaged by the experience of Hiltons death, I wonder how I can even get out of bed.. not fare, </div><div><br></div><div>Really God is an asshole...</div><div><br></div><div>Time does not heal all wounds...</div><div><br></div><div>I'm crippled by the experience fuck fuck fuck....</div><div><br></div><div>I wish I had an insight *a Oprah Moment, that would allow it all to make sense... </div><div><br></div><div>I'm waiting for god to give me a sign as to why this happened to me....</div><div><br></div><div>Tomorrow is another day...(sigh)</div><div><br></div><div>God bless Sweet dreams..... don't let the bed bugs bite.... my little buddy.... </div><div><br></div><div>Mother fucker.... </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><br><br><br>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-37111189879914543712013-10-14T05:17:00.000-04:002013-10-14T05:18:00.500-04:003 years... since his accident<div>‎I love you son, </div><div><br></div><div>I wish I could tell the people that need to know what is going on in my head.....</div><div><br></div><div>I wish I could share my feelings, in hopes to help another Dad(s) and families....</div><div><br></div><div>This blog will be used against me...so I restrain myself... </div><div><br></div><div>Even though hilti will tell me to fuck'em All....... </div><div><br></div><div>I wear hilts ashes around my neck everyday. I touch them like he is with me everyday.</div><div><br></div><div>Happy thanksgiving. </div><div><br></div><div>TIM BYRNE. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-812131966718616032013-05-10T06:20:00.000-04:002013-05-10T06:21:16.480-04:00Happy birthday my little buddyYou would be 23 today...
<br>I miss you more then ever....
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<br>Honesty and integrity. With every service call...24 years of learning.
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<br>Tim Byrne
<br>Stadia Industries Ltd.
<br>My number: 905-739-1450
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<br><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKf-cfdynCg&feature=plcp/">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKf-cfdynCg&feature=plcp/</a>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-60704585029643774422012-06-20T21:56:00.001-04:002012-06-20T21:56:10.624-04:00Its important...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSx1Iq98tW8zU0_BRluRHm3IcpOo-GmpxERI-KI-fhfOkfrBgIYk-nDxPr8JmjSdpNlz3dYt_fPBRuYgYegW48MMfTBbd8tfwBvZPL_Z3pc86hEvVqfqXvGWMGgcvGzr-7YosAU7nLpw/s1600/Page+1+of+1-770624.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSx1Iq98tW8zU0_BRluRHm3IcpOo-GmpxERI-KI-fhfOkfrBgIYk-nDxPr8JmjSdpNlz3dYt_fPBRuYgYegW48MMfTBbd8tfwBvZPL_Z3pc86hEvVqfqXvGWMGgcvGzr-7YosAU7nLpw/s320/Page+1+of+1-770624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5756303168739083906" /></a></p>Tim ByrneTimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-32189574312623710852011-12-24T11:47:00.000-05:002011-12-24T11:47:20.910-05:00Welcome visitors from the Toronto StarThe story begins <a href="http://hiltonbyrne.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-you-to-know.html">here.</a><br />
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And <a href="http://hiltonbyrne.blogspot.com/p/index-of-hiltons-20-days-in-icu-at-st.html">here</a> you'll find an index of Hilton's 20 days in the ICU. <br />
<br />Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-63207409230271628082011-10-31T19:54:00.001-04:002011-10-31T19:54:24.642-04:00Foundation challenges...Hello readers and donators,
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<br>Last year, so many people donated their hard earned money to Hilton Byrne. They didn't purchase a T-shirt or sticker, they just gave money.
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<br>For those that did just give money,I want you to know it is a real challenge to start a foundation with less than $15,000.00
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<br>The government accounting fees, legal costs and liability insurance , administration and filings, of forming a foundation are far beyond 15,000.00,
<br> and without a steady stream of incoming revenue, a Hilton Byrne Foundation would collapse and the money would be wasted in vain....
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<br>So, to honour the spirit in which the money was donated, I have used it in the following ways memorialize Hilton.
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<br>1) I purchased a street name in his honour in Newmarket. All donators will be invited to the ceremony in the spring.....
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<br>2) We keep producing t-shirts and stickers for free give aways, flags for rides ...
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<br>3) We have used the monies to create videos and manage the blog, so it will remain as a reminder to the safety of riders...
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<br>There has been a concern from a minority, that folks may want their money back.
<br>Valid ..... So......
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<br> If you do, call my office or email me your request confidentially , along with a copy of your cheque. I will forward you the money back within 60 days. In full....with out question....
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<br>Sorry if I have let anyone down, or left any one feeling like they got ripped off....
<br>That is not the case nor the intention...
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<br>I'm really sorry if I let my son down...
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<br>I did really try and I believe despite the foundation not being ........
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<br>Hilton did need to be remembered and we have done that....
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<br>Thank you for your support during this difficult time
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<br>Tim Byrne...Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-24341043090775817142011-10-31T12:27:00.000-04:002011-10-31T12:27:17.074-04:00Tim and Hilton make a video for Flex Hoarding<iframe width="520" height="294" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z4t2pEglkjQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-52016707845926741382011-10-31T11:56:00.000-04:002011-10-31T11:56:15.015-04:00Night Skate for Hilton<iframe width="520" height="294" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HY_FWy6lrkY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-89539099414421120592011-10-30T11:09:00.001-04:002011-10-30T11:09:34.176-04:00Remember<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht56mnWRJ7KflflPWgwa_Ky8kT9FRv7aPO0fyczt2nPMQ2EhyA9h-ihHU2HO1DIc6cGQ2Zdl-HhgNtQlcyzAmrHvSB5-kpU8ZZC3QEeRlctzc1zKdiJDsbiffwM9sClgyhYeKhZm1Cuh8/s1600/Richmond+Hill-20111030-00042-774177.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht56mnWRJ7KflflPWgwa_Ky8kT9FRv7aPO0fyczt2nPMQ2EhyA9h-ihHU2HO1DIc6cGQ2Zdl-HhgNtQlcyzAmrHvSB5-kpU8ZZC3QEeRlctzc1zKdiJDsbiffwM9sClgyhYeKhZm1Cuh8/s320/Richmond+Hill-20111030-00042-774177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669302605864484082" /></a></p>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-57530392712520086122011-10-30T10:36:00.001-04:002011-10-30T10:37:00.224-04:00The year of firsts is official over 3pmHey buddy we made it...<p>I don't think the year of 2cds is gonna be any easier.<p>There are so many things I want to write but I'm not allowed too.... Because certain people are reading this and might use this information in court to set me up for instability psychological damage I might be causing .... <p>( I say if ya don't like don't read it, but others not so much) <p>So hilti here is the edited version.<p>Since you died, you mom and kat hang out more, and your mom come to the office all the time... I know thank god your not there, it would embarrass the shit out of you. <p>Chris Mahon is doing great smart kid, and I'm sure you and he would have been partners one day<p>Mike wick, is rocking out the boss thing<p><br>Lester in the back other then crashing the odd. Truck, is doing great, <p>I hung out with the guy you crashed into.... Last year on the motor bike....oh ya how could we forget<p> Check this out... His birthday is on the same day as yours MAY 10<p>And his wife... Check this out ..... Is may 10.... <br>I'm just fucking with ya <p>.... His wife is nov 5 th... The day of your funeral...<p>Kinda gave me goose bumps... Bone chilling... This guys is great and we hung out at the accident scene and had lunch, <p>Kat, me and georga alex have all had you in our dreams... Katie byrne.... She dreamed that you got drunk together, <p>Your head stone is cool.... <br>I'm sure you looked at it..<p>Nothing but the best for you... Hilti...<p>Thanksgiving we had 21 people over, and it was great, ... It was normal, leanne ( she is my girlfriend) we had her whole family over ... And other then her uncle fred with one ear getting drunk... it was good.<br>.( Jk)<p>I found a shitty video of you and I that I'm gonna post. <br>Doing a flex hoarding spot... <p>I got your jeep back, spent a shit pile of money on it... ( You owe it to me back). And I'm gonna teach kat how to drive standard... Sweet, next year we are going to take the top off and Cruz around.<br> We are gonna keep it<p>Georga got a long board from the brothers who long board<br> sweet again... <br>I'm gonna get chris and albert to take her out and ride down at jefferson I think that's the place... <p>I'm riding your board now, and georga and I ride around all the time on our street. Georga has a poster of you up in her room<br>--------------------------------<br>My chest pains are gone,<p> I have had every test possible including dye shot into my heart... And you will be happy to know I have a heart and its healthy.....<p>Now I just feel like I'm choking all the time ...<p>I sleep like shit but I sleep better then I did a year ago<p>My doctors and my theripist all tell me its normal shit. And...........<br> poor nanna , she is a mess... A real mess.... Man she loved you.... <p>Kat is a mess too... Wow... She loved you<p>So hilti... I got a let ya know..... I'm a fighter, big bad ass motherfucking fighter.....and I promise<br>From <br>your death and the loss of you from my life... It Will make me stronger,<br> and I will find a reason why this happened to us.<br> I will learn from this and I will be come a better person from this...... It sucks but there has to be a reason....<br>------------------------------------<br>I had so much fun with you growing up with me. You were my little buddy, <br>------------------------------------<br>Oh yeah... Just so ya know , I went to the south lake hospital auction and I bought a street to name....and guess what I'm calling it....<p>"Hilton Byrne parkway"...sweet eh, <p>Super cool, I haven't really told anybody...yet... <br>-------------------------------------<br>We got great stickers for you <br>And all the stadia trucks sport your logo...<p>And I have everyone posting you logo on there bbm status... Today very cool..<p><br>I have been down to st. mikes a few times<br>Spooky...<p>John the nurse and I have talk a few times he is very cool....<p>I'm sure I'm forgetting about something...<p><br>The long board meeting they tell me 900 showed up and they had a moment of silence for you<p><br>Shawn and sarah, they have be great, <p>Actually I can't begin to tell you about all the great people that have supported me in my journey..<p><br>I wish you were here with me, <p>I fucking love you hilton... And I always will, <p>I miss you<p>God dammit this sucks, <p>Ps: as you would say buddy... I'm not a fan of this...<p><br>Ps: Don't rest in peace, have fun up there, play hard and work hard and show them how to do it.....hheheheheh<p><br>Love <br>Dad.......Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-43069447731620512882011-09-12T09:54:00.000-04:002011-09-12T09:55:01.956-04:00Board meeting<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7myZ8kswDhyphenhyphen52wxvavo9gabmVIyQwRMDWUWB7JMSXGtOuZODFSVrRYke4_hQkSJZ2DAuCEHHZhyCYlyzOj0UO-aCrDZ0K7yZQSuJ6JiLuzNwj7PgAbBGUDcAC5d59sgC9d0F10_XyaU/s1600/023-701957.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7myZ8kswDhyphenhyphen52wxvavo9gabmVIyQwRMDWUWB7JMSXGtOuZODFSVrRYke4_hQkSJZ2DAuCEHHZhyCYlyzOj0UO-aCrDZ0K7yZQSuJ6JiLuzNwj7PgAbBGUDcAC5d59sgC9d0F10_XyaU/s320/023-701957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651471307444468338" /></a></p>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-85756333227684056872011-09-11T19:26:00.001-04:002011-09-11T19:26:32.555-04:00Flag for the board meeting<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNMKqR6wFHGU4nB5RWGzG0Vph9yWPyPoxRC3QNpI2czJ_dt0Qbfqdq2x9JtCepdUIHX_W7CLDIxn6SKGv2U6vCMrmGpc9mJz8Gi6xABnLp2kxlG0Gqv7zeTsQ6L9rAS8EHhBbrrIUJ5o/s1600/Flag-792556.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRNMKqR6wFHGU4nB5RWGzG0Vph9yWPyPoxRC3QNpI2czJ_dt0Qbfqdq2x9JtCepdUIHX_W7CLDIxn6SKGv2U6vCMrmGpc9mJz8Gi6xABnLp2kxlG0Gqv7zeTsQ6L9rAS8EHhBbrrIUJ5o/s320/Flag-792556.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651247502216628882" /></a></p>Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-34957065291974781712011-08-09T09:55:00.003-04:002011-08-09T10:01:55.562-04:00From Andreas... 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Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-80355837347733280732011-05-10T21:19:00.001-04:002011-05-10T21:19:43.788-04:00Elgin mills cemetery, 404 and elgin mills, HAPPY BIRTHDAY<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQEPUznR94YafPYvwrXIr1FffQFywk9RtcdlSQeGkkRTCpXDTVbI42Vyspp7d-kUsc4cO2bG_9mjSZibFHvaZG22Oz_W9NxX5wpgNKvcPp9o09WsxXXhDWsh6i8TZ_ITficCb77P5DQzM/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FUmljaG1vbmQgSGlsbC0yMDExMDUwOS0wMDM3MS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-783789"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQEPUznR94YafPYvwrXIr1FffQFywk9RtcdlSQeGkkRTCpXDTVbI42Vyspp7d-kUsc4cO2bG_9mjSZibFHvaZG22Oz_W9NxX5wpgNKvcPp9o09WsxXXhDWsh6i8TZ_ITficCb77P5DQzM/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FUmljaG1vbmQgSGlsbC0yMDExMDUwOS0wMDM3MS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-783789" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605262108731182706" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwJJ3SIaKa6iXS23yyBD7wQu1AlQl_oRqQhrKr4NlFTLhQeWdXKcYPolm0gg8Vb5Yqak57_hLezJYd38fDHefY3QbvpGVgV4ku28QyDom3pbKT0sUec-xJaS9Z-BSBpO_TukVqFKdnwo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwNTA5LTAwMzcwLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-785550"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwJJ3SIaKa6iXS23yyBD7wQu1AlQl_oRqQhrKr4NlFTLhQeWdXKcYPolm0gg8Vb5Yqak57_hLezJYd38fDHefY3QbvpGVgV4ku28QyDom3pbKT0sUec-xJaS9Z-BSBpO_TukVqFKdnwo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwNTA5LTAwMzcwLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-785550" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605262110472278290" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wrzg6-A2ae1ZhlURDFNkNYRtbVj4KOrfdtA07VehmbHO_TjKl3KwvtNk6kCm9SfI8LbjrljfKYMMo2uqQRYKDmHh8Tk23X3U2FO9_yqUmtqlAymkJAk2W7R0kdJ6kb5-mdGZt0gozUE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FUmljaG1vbmQgSGlsbC0yMDExMDUwOS0wMDM2OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-786389"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wrzg6-A2ae1ZhlURDFNkNYRtbVj4KOrfdtA07VehmbHO_TjKl3KwvtNk6kCm9SfI8LbjrljfKYMMo2uqQRYKDmHh8Tk23X3U2FO9_yqUmtqlAymkJAk2W7R0kdJ6kb5-mdGZt0gozUE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FUmljaG1vbmQgSGlsbC0yMDExMDUwOS0wMDM2OS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-786389" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605262116889558514" /></a></p>Section 8 <br>Near the paved cemetery road on the 404 side....of the property<p>You should be able to drive by and with out getting out of your car see the head stone...<p>2 finger/ heart, and a board... Logo... With his name...<p>Catherine Harris is here she is my great grand mother....<br>Hiltons great great grandmother.....<p>Its may 9th 2011 3;00pm kat ( hiltons 18 year old sister and I wait for the truck that carries the stone, <br>1600 lbs of love, <br>18 degress Celsius, <br>sunny, <br>warm, <br>little wind... Perfect spring day, <br>not a cloud in the sky, <p>the truck we are in has <br>"you make me horny long time" playing on the stereo...<br> kat looks over to me slowly, <br>streams of tears off her red eyes, <br>painfully she smiles and asks me; " what is wrong with you" ...... <br>I reply:<br>" hilton would have loved this moment...." He would have giggled and called me a retard"..... <p>Kat and I just had a moment, heheheheheh..... Not fucking funny.... <p>Its not fair that I'm here wait to place the engraved stone of my beautiful baby boy.... He turns 21 years on tomorrow, <br>I can't contain the pain, fear and anxiety I'm feeling as I listen to the Beep beep of the truck backing up, <p>Josef the cemetery dude with a smile says hello as he polices the event of lowing the stone on its resting place for all eternity.<p>Kat sobs, you can see the tear, but the rev, of the truck engine overwhelm s every other sound, <p>Josef asks if he can leave because I seem to be in control....<p>I'm not,<p>Kat and I hug infront of the stone.... Balled, I told her as my shoulders shook, how sorry I am that she has lost her brother<p>I ask her what type of flowers to bring... She said she want everyone to bring pansies.... Cause hilton was one......<p>I'm tired.....<br>------------------------------------<br>I have lashed out at so many people, yelled, look for people to fight with, feeling like I'm out of control, <p>I have been so hard on my new girl friend leanne, she has to love me if she took that shit, <p>-----------------------------------<p>Today is may 10 2011...<p>I love you hilton<p>HAPPY BIRTHDAY...<p>May 10 2011.... He would have been 21... 21 years old.... This is so fuck up<p>The hounsomes and the byrne clan came to the grave yard to say good bye..<p><br>I won't be writing on the blog anymore....<p>Not until the anniversary of his accident....<p>Thanks to everyone who has helped my family get thought the dog shit of a child dying<p>But I'm gonna take a break from purging, typing, venting and try to heal on my own alone<p><br>Hilton being gone has really fuck me over and has changed the way I see life, and the way I live, <p>I hope that the people who have read the blog, those 21 days... Those people who have watch the videos , those people who came to his celebration of life .... I hope all you have learned to love a little more and to live a little better because of this journey hilton has taken us on.... <p>I love you buddy<p>God bless <p>Sweet dreams<p>Don't let the bed bugs bite....Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-76483890367389179012011-05-10T09:43:00.001-04:002011-05-10T09:43:57.079-04:00Happy birthday to Caitlin lazenby born may 10 2011Jen and Ian I love you congratulations.....Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-68769554171214179312011-05-06T07:33:00.001-04:002011-05-06T07:33:36.276-04:00Intentions Vs ActionWhile I'm judging my self by my intentions
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<br>While we discuss hilton, mourning, loss and sadness...Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-32828311630731322922011-04-28T21:35:00.002-04:002011-04-29T11:35:44.051-04:00Quick up date and a couple of comments..... Birthday, feelings, key chains,<div class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0awoq_wIXOp85nebrlEV2dWQvBbW9ak9bSYnD8LvjCumy4A3Ht66_0ZzJ6kf9XsL80xcNrBSJNLOJhi7Qsf9IQdS-_K31kuk-sHgyFsoo1nwbR4WRMN3y7hdh8wvO0lJwszx98kShhQ/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwNDI4LTAwMzQ4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-721819"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600813113312047490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0awoq_wIXOp85nebrlEV2dWQvBbW9ak9bSYnD8LvjCumy4A3Ht66_0ZzJ6kf9XsL80xcNrBSJNLOJhi7Qsf9IQdS-_K31kuk-sHgyFsoo1nwbR4WRMN3y7hdh8wvO0lJwszx98kShhQ/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwNDI4LTAwMzQ4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-721819" /></a></div><div class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-pUHIpywUMw7h5A0yqbKigaplL6N_gDOADDt7Y5nMYnUQJ5TgVu5uK6pKZ2bZm7iHocIQr0QtI48OCxsF7q5FZPcZwLGqIxoc836126vG1jLeOwHSlsxSWDnyEjOk_btouLukaDg4y4/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwNDI2LTAwMzQ3LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-722722"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600813113364758850" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs-pUHIpywUMw7h5A0yqbKigaplL6N_gDOADDt7Y5nMYnUQJ5TgVu5uK6pKZ2bZm7iHocIQr0QtI48OCxsF7q5FZPcZwLGqIxoc836126vG1jLeOwHSlsxSWDnyEjOk_btouLukaDg4y4/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTEwNDI2LTAwMzQ3LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-722722" /></a></div>I have had a weird few weeks, feeling vulnerable, like at any moment anyone close to me could pull the plug, <br />
Emotional, physically..... ......When does the turmoil stop, <br />
Sigh...<br />
Hiltons birthday is around the corner, trying to get his last present ready for his 21st birthday,<br />
•( See pic) A cool stone, thanks to 404 stone and Dave the engraver...that will memorialized HIM for life...<br />
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I promise to post lots of pictures.......<br />
And tell you where it is so you can go...<br />
There will be no fan fare a closed door event, <br />
to put his ashes to rest, <br />
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•As you can see from the blog we have moved the videos to the front <br />
We got hilton's voice from his voice mail, and josef from lifeline took the liberty to put some pictures to it, <br />
( I have not listened to it) <br />
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I have had people again ask me to remove and change stuff on the blog, I just can't change what I wrote, sorry...<br />
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Work is weird, some days I feel like I'm king of the world, sometimes I feel like curling up and vomiting,<br />
•to my staff, mike, stan, Less, robin,..... And there people , there teams<br />
....thank you from the bottom of my heart for being there , not for the pay cheque but because you wanted to help and continue to help.... You guys have good people around you and please make sure you thank everyone for helping out...<br />
I want to thank Jim ( he took me golfing, and I really needed to get out,<br />
My sleep habits suck.... Fore instance ... I don't sleep.... <br />
Dreams are <br />
no longer dreams of my son, but of people I don't know well, yet have met once<br />
trying to take away a person from my life....<br />
I have loss issues!!!! <br />
Scared to lose anything...... Dave told me that...<br />
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I just don't want to lose any more stuff, ... I will figure this out....???!!!???<br />
My my moms boyfriend, my brothers all call me "arrogant", ....... <br />
Everyone has high expectations of me, yet when I perform under pressure and make choices,- <br />
keep movin forward, <br />
it becomes arrogant..... And I am..!!! <br />
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Its in my make up, <br />
I know ( sigh.... Its good for people to tell me so I can improve myself) <br />
I'm controlling<br />
I'm egotistical...<br />
I'm humble<br />
Kind <br />
And<br />
fair<br />
Actually for all my shitty qualities I have .... I think I have a few good ones....<br />
Whoops I'm being arrogant....again..<br />
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Fuck who cares what others think.... Everyone is so critical....<br />
I can only be me, and I have to be good with me...<br />
I hope my kids kat and georg are good with themselves regardless of who is critical.....of them..<br />
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So a girl approached me at the aurora pool while I was swimming with me kids and said: "i recognised my tattoo".... (Sigh)She knew it was for hilton, she said she was at the funeral. <br />
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Sigh......... Wtf do ya do with that... A strange person approaches and says.........I knew your kid, I'm proud and sad, scared, and worried...... <br />
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I have a new friend, she is cool, and is a lot of fun, <br />
She can be tough on me, hard, challenge me to be strong, yet still be very kind, yet sometime I don't think she knows that she challenges me to be more confident.... <br />
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Chris. Came into stans office to show some cool stuff that the group are doing for hilton<br />
They made<br />
Some cool plates for the top of the boards and a key chain , dog tag.... <br />
Fucking awesome...<br />
Easter by the way was fucked up for me..... Displaced, lost and awkward, a new family, kindly allowed me to enjoy there company.....<br />
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Hilton, I love you...... <br />
This year of first is really hard, and every time I think I have. My act together.......I don't...... <br />
Hilton I miss you......Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-24782066930279910382011-04-19T10:56:00.001-04:002011-04-19T10:56:34.215-04:00Memorial STONEWorking hard on hiltons ROCK to have ready for May 10,
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<br>Danny Outos , who passed away, and work for stadia for many years.....
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<br>He and his wife got married on May 10th
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By Anne P. Serdula<br />
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A really good friend and business partner Anthony serdula came and visited me in nashville while on conference for PRSM....<br />
Hugs me and hands me his wife's published book.......<br />
We ended the night and I through the book on the bed without a look,<br />
I'm grateful for the book but to be honest, about 10 people have handed me books in the last 4 months... And not that I don't appreciate it, but I just have not had the attention span to read dog shit, and self help is not where I'm at..... <br />
Saying that I go to therapy every week, <br />
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Being busy at the conference and I wish I could tell you I was selling, but the truth be known I have been busy at this conference hiding,<br />
hiding from people....<br />
Building courage to face people for the first time since my sons death.<br />
(Sigh)<br />
Every introduction every hello, every how have you been, how is your year....???????????????? <br />
Makes my throat close up and my head spin.... People stare and are not sure what to say, and I must continue to face the harsh reality of my anxiety.<br />
Life must go on. Without hilton.....<br />
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And then fuck , tony come and hands me another self help book.... Omg...sarcasm....<br />
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Last night a good friend <br />
Sent me an email with his regrets for not coming to the conference...... His reason......................................his son , his 20 year old son was in ICU...... When I received this email, I did not even finish it..... I called my friend, choking back tears, we spoke for 20 minutes and shared each other stories.....<br />
His son is stable...... Thank fucking god, and out of ICU<br />
But I'm an emotional mess..... <br />
Not being able to breath... I call another friend and sit in a corner and cry and cry.... While on the phone..... Not wanting to face anyone any more..... <br />
I'm not sure if anyone ( unless you lost a child ) can truly understand what that shitty wave of emotional free falling feels like...... <br />
And when you hear of another young man in the ICU....... And you know the Dad,,,, well let me tell you how much chest pain I had that night.<br />
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Monday night: I run into another friend at mortons steak house..... <br />
Chris ..... Big crazy chris....<br />
God love him <br />
he hugs me, <br />
and squeezes me<br />
and tells me how much he loves me.... <br />
He made me feel great, <br />
He wasn't scared of my sons death or my sadness. He embraced it....<br />
He is the type of man that believes...<br />
another man that sticks out is Duane Smith..... He looks at me and looks away.. And sticks out a fist, and knuckles me and say.... Your a strong man, <br />
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This has been my first public appearance Since hiltons death<br />
Being asked<br />
How are you?<br />
I'm sorry!<br />
I heard?<br />
Are you ok!<br />
I read the blog<br />
Good on you for being here<br />
Did something tragic <br />
happen? <br />
I love you man<br />
I have been living this with you<br />
You'll be ok....?!<br />
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WOW..... Its tough really hard on me, <br />
And not drinking or letting my guard down, tense, over kill on pressure<br />
with all the anxiety in my head about hilton, <br />
a bigger worry , <br />
is I came here thinking I might see ciaran or mike and antagonise me because there only goal is to destroy me.... ........ My head spins.... I think to much...<br />
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Tuesday: The show is coming to an end<br />
I don't think I got any new customers, I hope janice did, <br />
And now on tuesday morning hiding in my hotel room I read from cover to cover..... That book.... That book that Tony gave me...... <br />
Healing truth..... Funny, I learn more about myself reading this book at one of the most insecure times of my life in nashville. <br />
Why now*<br />
When I should be downstairs. Hunting for a new customer...<br />
Working.<br />
Time and fate...... It was meant to be....I guess...<br />
Thank you Anne Serdula, knowing your husband made the book even more intimate then it should have been.... It made me cry...in a good way.... <br />
I can't wait to meet you and hug you and thank you for the gift of your thoughts...<br />
Tim byrne signing off, and hopefully turning a corner<br />
I'm tired,Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-48418935479214377732011-04-02T07:36:00.001-04:002011-04-02T07:36:23.194-04:00Td bankSunny warm day in Aurora ontario, no wind, I have a ton of things to do before I leave . <p>Dry cleaners<br>Bank.<br>Funeral home ( reg visit these days)<br>Shoppers<br>Staples<br>Metro <br>Gotta pack <br>Change the sheets on my bed, <br>.........<br>All this to do busy busy busy... and underneath these small simple task I'm dying inside, fearful I might have to see someone post hilton s death... <p>Going around town moving faster then my mind, as I don't want my thoughts to catch up with me in case I have to face some emotional dog shit..... <p>Robin in my office told me this morning lisa at the bank is not at the bank..... So if I'm going for American money... She is not there...... Dammit, she is not there... Despite the fact every time I see lisa I choke up ... It comforting because I broke through those wall with lisa long ago about 3 days after hilton died., ...... <p>Mark my words, post hilton, meeting people is really fucking hard....emotional awkward, weird, tear jerking. Scary....<br>And the longer it goes the harder it is...<br>Anyway............<p> as I make my way around town, TD bank is one of many, stops.<br>wellington and young branch, ... <br>Shit lisa has not been there in a year, staff changes? and I'm sure I won't know anyone ...so...boom boom boom .... In I went strong and confident...<p>As I approached the counter, the girl behind the counter recognised me, and I her, <br>no word were passed other then business, <br>but my spidy senses told me she knew...<p>Silence while we waited for her computer to catch up with my request... I said without EYE contact....<br>" You know?" .... <br>She said with out eye contact....<br>" I do Tim".......<p>Awkward turtle....<br> Choke, <br>my throat closes over, another girls beside the lady I was dealing with, says <br>" we follow the blog" ... <br>I look away.... Sigh....<p> the girl I'm dealing with reaches for my hand I take it..... A gentle nod.... And I run away. <p>Out side to fresh air, like I was drowning , <br>the cool spring air was like the first gasp after a deep dive.......<p>I really hate that feeling, of, facing people post hiltons death.....and at that moment I really need someone to talk to some where to turn... Right at that moment, And I have no one.... So lonely......<p>Weird shit,Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762742873420542903.post-37210130338782941812011-04-02T07:31:00.001-04:002011-04-02T07:31:12.791-04:00Observation: taking stock....So hilton, I want you to know how proud I am of you, even though your life was cut short, you did a lot of shit, you were strong and kind, tough, opinionated, quick, smart, really fucking smart, much smarter then your father.
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<br>I'm gonna miss you.
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<br>I'm really pissed off you were stolen from me.
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<br>Mourning you is really hard, exhausting ....
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<br>I don't sleep well, shitty,
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<br>Its been 5 months since you died,
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<br>I slowed down writing on the blog, not because I don't want too, but I was tired of people being so self consumed , people would contact me and reflect what they read on them selves..... They say: " was that me you were speaking about"
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<br>Or I would get told; " its time to get back to work"
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<br>Or " every time I read your blog its the same"
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<br>So I just took a little break... But buddy I'm back.... Don't worry, I haven't gone anywhere...
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<br>My daughters and I have had a tough time,
<br>A complete understatement.
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<br>Recently I have become self absorbed.
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<br>Quick review:
<br>Between losing ciaran, and his brothers
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<br>having my brothers turn there back and become spiteful,
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<br>me destroying my marriage,
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<br> losing my son,
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<br> all in the last 24 months,
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<br> I'm allowed to have a little pity party, ( sigh)
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<br>I want to say to Kat and georg : I love you, I'm sorry for everything you have had to go through, I love you both unconditional, I respect you both, and think you are terrific strong passionate girls... Loyal,
<br>I'm so proud of you both.
<br>as you grow up, help each other, stand beside each other, guide each other....
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<br>I promise I have not gone anywhere.... I'm right here.
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<br>I love you both.. So much...
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<br>You Dad....
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<br>Ps: I know hilton would be proud of me writing in this blog.....good , bad, the ugly.... He would repect it, he would tell me I'm stupid, but he would be proud that I'm writing it...Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09652649853309963342noreply@blogger.com0