Kyle Wood


Young Life Cut Short
Do not judge a song by its duration
Nor by the number of its notes
Judge it by the richness of its contents
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most poignant...
Do not judge a song by its duration
Nor by the number of its notes
Judge it by the way it touches and lifts the soul
Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful...
And when something has enriched your life
And when its melody lingers on in your heart.
Is it unfinished?
Or is it endless?

The following was written by his mother and was read at his celebration of life ceremony.

The Perfect Gift................
Kyle was born on my 37th birthday.

A day or so after his birth a small birthmark appeared on his arm and I used to tell him that he was special because he had been kissed by an angel.

As a baby he was always happy and so easy to love. Always eager to keep up with his older brother Andrew. He was walking and reading before we could blink.

Out of necessity Kyle learnt to swim quite early –having a pool in the back yard. This later gave way to some fantastic summer pool parties in Stouffville.

It was recommended after junior kindergarten that we enroll him in the French emersion program as it was thought that senior kindergarten would not be much of a challenge for him.

During that summer Kyle ran through our glass door. Young Andrew acted so grown up and was a great help with Kyle, dialing 911 and getting an absolute stranger to help us until the ambulance arrived.

Little Kyle grew up with some really gnarly battle scars on his wrist. He wore them as a badge of honor. Of a fight well fought.

That fall we moved to Stouffville and as French emersion was not available there it wasn’t until grade 3 that he was eligible to be tested for the gifted stream.

Once again, following his brother’s footsteps and scoring in the top percentile our bright little boy (who later liked to read a DOS programing book and Grey’s Anatomy) was headed for an interesting education.

I remember him desperately trying to reach the pedals of our lawn tractor. I’m sure he was thinking…”Andrew is driving it so why can’t I?” As soon as his feet could reach those pedals, between the two boys, I never had to worry about getting the tractor out and mowing the lawn.

Kyle enjoyed helping me in my gardening pursuits
- from watching seedlings grow to selling tomato plants once a year on our front lawn. It was during this time that he seemed to inherit Bob’s love of fishing – his last fish being caught with Bob in August.

He was a Beaver and Cub Scout, and tried his hand at recreational soccer and baseball. He would have loved to make the football team. Unfortunately he needed to wear his glasses to see the ball and didn’t make the cut.

The boys went to Fencing and Japanese lessons because they thought it would be fun.

Bob and I met skiing the Hills of Georgian Peaks. To our delight, the boys shared this interest. Kyle joined the ski club at school and became the youngest ski patroller in Ontario. With a three man team they took the “rookie” first aid team cup in Ontario.

Funny thing…..that after that win, we were no longer required to patrol with him because of his young age.

The boys had great parties at the house –alternating between the pool and hot tub they would load up the hot tub on birthdays with liquid soap and swim on the deck in a sea of bubbles.

Sounds of laughter filled the air.

He loved his Latin Club and he was very proud that he was a team member that won a significant award at a competition in Toronto.

Kyle was an entrepreneur. He made money hooking worms and taking fish off the lines at the local fishing ponds – He was so excited when a nice older lady gave him a $10 tip.

He was a softball umpire for young players. As he walked onto the field with his whistle and gear, it looked like his chest was puffed out with a sense of pride…….or maybe….. it was just his chest protector.

Working at the local golf club he decided that he no longer wanted to get Mom up at the crack of dawn to drive him so at 16 he somehow talked Bob into buying him a motorcycle. Fact is, I’m sure that Bob had always wanted one.

When Kyle was covered with pimples and had braces, the radiant Rowen came into his life. We sincerely thank her for loving Kyle and making him happy for so many years.

Kyle always wanted to help people …….and make money. For years he wanted to become an orthodontist, have two practices and live in Miami. (This was during his “braces” phase.) Then he thought it would be incredibly interesting and so wonderfully rewarding to become a neurosurgeon. How this all evolved into him being crazy about computers and being in the Computer Programming program at Fanshawe College in London, is a long story.

With a fantastic brother, and grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins in both Canada, USA and in England he grew up with the security of a loving family.

He was such a wonderful son and, I loved him so much.

With no indication or warning he is gone.
Why did he feel he had to go?
Maybe we will never know.

As my mind clears, I will remember Kyle as a beautiful boy who became an absolutely terrific young man. I need to remember him with a smile and not with tears.

I hope that you will join me in thanking him for being part of our lives.