March 2006

March 23, 2006

Thank You Ted

I am the “other half” of the “Lynch Kids”, Dianne Dodsworth, a long time friend of Anne’s. Like my brother, Paul, I too spent some great summers with Betty, Ann, Ted, Fred and assorted friends at Spencer’s Point. Although, at the time, Ted was “my little brother’s friend”, the adventures and memories we created together over those summers are such a part of my life’s tapestry. To have such memorable summers in those growing up years was magical. Who can forget the many summer romances, the strip poker games where the girls came with their hair full of curlers!, the trek through the fields to the swimming hole, the stop for pies and pastries on the way back to the cottage, the group chore of making powdered milk for the many mouths around the table, the float where we endlessly dove into the muddy warm water, the clandestine midnight ‘break outs’ and many “growing up firsts” happening on those warm, red sands! So, to Ted and his family, thank you for being part of our lives...you made a difference and you are remembered for that.
Dianne

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March 17, 2006

Some History

I am the brother of Dianne Lynch, a good friend of Ted's sister Ann.
We spent two summers at "Camp Carey On" at Red Head. I shared the little cabin with Ted those two summer holiday times, displacing Fred to the main house, and we had a ball. Those two weeks were filled with squirel and crow hunting, using the sit on tractor as our jungle pursuit vehicle to haul us and our hunting gear through the woods. Ted was two years my senior and took the time to teach me all about gun safety, we basically shot everything that moved those days. He would have been like 15 and I 13 at that time. We camped out on the Bass River one weekend, amazing we survived that one, and one night we borrowed a go-cart from a neighbors porch and dove it in the dark on the old back roads of the camp, what a blast. He was instrumental in a young boy's life for establishing values and a respect for nature, I know it doesn't sound like it but lessons learned have endured to this day. Thanks to him I would never had learned tennis, played baseball, had midnight corn boils on the beach, late night high tide swims or long treks over hot mud to chase sand peeps and do belly slides on Minas Basin low tide mud flats. It sounds like he had a great bunch of kids, so just to let you know he had influences prior to you gacing his name. My condolances and best wishes to his family. Paul Lynch, Ottawa

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March 16, 2006

The Eulogy

Below is the eulogy from the funeral mass. This was what I had written beforehand, and the actual eulogy varied from this a little. Most of it is comprised of stories shared by my family about my father. You may recognize some of the stories as ones posted previously by my brother and sisters.

Above all else, my father was a man who truly loved his family. He devoted his life to us, doing whatever he could to make our lives better and happier. He was always this way, from the moment he met my mother, through our childhood, our teenage years, and our adult years. He always stood behind us, supported, guided, and helped us in any way he could. He helps us in play, in schoolwork, in sports, and transition to adulthood. Through the ups and downs of growing up, his love and support was constant and unwavering. There is no better way to convey this, than through the stories of my family members.

My mother remembers how caring my father was, from the very beginning, soon after they met while working at the same hotel in Bermuda, before they started dating:

"In Bermuda, I used to go out to the Badminton Club in the evenings, and, I'd have a brandy (and a couple of beers), and then I would drive home later. And the next day, I would meet Ted and he would say that he saw me winding up the driveway, that he had stayed up to make sure that I arrived home safely. And that really touched my heart, that someone would care enough to make sure I made it home safely".

This caring would continue through courtship and 33 years of marriage.

In addition to caring for us, my father always knew how to make us laugh and smile. My brother Frank recounts to the following story:

There are many great things I will always remember about my father. One of which was his gift at story telling. The following is what I consider to be my dad's go-to funny joke/story (due to its length! Haha!).

"One day the big animals and the little animals decided to have a football game. The big animals team consisted on large mammals such as bears and horses, and the small animals team was comprised of insects, such as flies and beetles. As the first half of the game progressed, the big animals were scoring at will. They were much faster and stronger than the insects. Every time the big animals got the ball, they would easily run it in for a touchdown. The big animals had a large lead after the first half.

But then came the second half...

In the first play, the elephant ran the ball up the middle and WAP!! He was tackled by an unseen opponent for a five yard loss.

The little animals went back to the huddle cheering and congratulating each other in amazement.

"Who made that tackle?" asked the ant.

"I did," said the centipede.

In the second play, the rhinoceros ran with the ball up the right side. WHOMP!! He too was tackled for another five yard loss.

Back in the huddle the flea asked, "Who made that great stop?"

"I did," said the centipede.

In the third play, the gorilla tried an end sweep, led by the hippo throwing the lead blocks. SMACK!! Centipede tackles him for a ten yard loss.

On offense, it was the same story. The little animals scored touchdown after touchdown, each scored by the centipede with incredible speed and ability. In the end, the little animals were victorious.

During the celebrations that ensued, the small animals were confused, and asked the centipede, "You played great, but where were you in the first half of the game?"

The centipede replied, "Puttin' on my boots, my boots, my boots, my boots, my boots…."

The first time I heard this joke I didn't laugh and commented to him that "I listened to this whole story and THAT was the punch-line!" Now when I hear the joke it not only makes me laugh but it also makes me smile.

In addition to making us smile and laugh, our father also taught us many things. My sister Sandra recalls the following story:

Since I was a young child my dad would take me down to the park to practice baseball. As a former pitcher himself, he would teach me his special pitch, "the T-C Special". On one particular occasion when I was older, we were at the local diamond and I was practicing my drop curve. Dad was never a catcher as he would say, and instead of focusing on catching the ball, dad was intent on watching the spin of my pitch. On one occasion, the ball dropped just beneath his glove and bounced off the edge of the plate and knocked out one of his teeth! He insisted in making me continue practicing my pitching, even while he was bleeding with no tooth. As a proud father, my dad went a whole year with his tooth missing. I remember him saying to people -- while pointing to his missing tooth, "look at what my daughter did". Even though he looked silly, he was so proud of his daughter the pitcher, that knocked his tooth out. My father's last words to me were that, "you're a sweet kid, but you always threw like a girl."

My sister Tara tells the following story about our father's gentle and supportive way:

"Roots and Wings" is a phrase I heard once to describe a parenting style. And in my opinion nothing sums up my father's gentle way better than this! Together with my Mom they instilled in us strong roots, the door to home was always opened and always a soft place to fall if we needed it. But he also believed we needed wings, to venture out into the world and make a place for ourselves, a place we felt safe in, no matter where that place was, he was always proud! A few weeks ago my Mom and Dad joined us at our home for a meal, something we did quite often. And during this meal, his grand-daughter Adriana, fondly referred to as "Sweet-stuff" by her T-pa, found herself more interested in playing than eating... something that also happens quite often. In front of her she had a plate of food, a sippy cup of juice and a big girl glass of Milk just like her T-pa. During This particular meal Adriana was desperate to mix her milk and juice together. As a natural reaction -- knowing how poorly that combination would taste -- I told her "no", that she would not like the flavour combination but that she could drink each separately. When the meal had ended Dad gently suggested that now that we were all finished eating that I allow her, to make the Milk/Juice combo special -- That it was important for her to figure out certain things for herself! I agreed, we mixed the two cups together and Adriana had a taste... Her response, so full of pride was "tastey… thank you T-pa". Throughout life Dad allowed us to make choices for ourselves even though he often didn't understand them or agree with them... He insisted that we find our place... he knew that someday he wouldn't be here to make those decisions for us. So he helped guide and strengthen us, while he was here... "You need not worry Dad you did a good job... even if I have to say so, myself!"

The story that would like to share is from when I was a tiny baby - but I don't remember my father from those years, I was too young. Naturally, we don't remember much from the first few years of our lives. In my early years as a baby and infant, I don't have many memories of our dad, apart from a few fleeting moments. In the past two years, however, I think we have all seen a window into what he must have been like during that time. We have recently seen the joy and happiness is his eyes as he greeted, and played, with his grand-daughter Adriana. I believe that this is how he must have been, when each of us were very little. During this time of much pain, discomfort, and sickness, Adriana provided a special gift of joy and happiness to her T-pa - a precious gift that she will not understand until she is older. When I think of the happiness - and the sparkle in his eyes - that my father experienced when spending time with his granddaughter, I see how he was when Sandy, Frank, Tara, and I were very young - the joy and love he felt for his children and his family, a love that would manifest itself in many different ways as we grew from babies to children, from children to teenagers, and from teenagers to adults.

Above all else, my father was a man who loved his family.

I would like to thank all of our friends and family who have supported and helped us in recent days, to those who have sent kind wishes and warm food. We would like to thank everyone who prayed for my father, including numerous prayer groups everywhere. Thank you to Father Tobin for being there for our family, for visting us on several occasions and helping us through this difficult time. And finally, a special thanks to Father Wayne and St Marguerite D'Youville parish for making available to the church hall in the basement after the mass. We invite all of you to join us downstairs, to celebrate the life of a man you truly and deeply, love his family.

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March 13, 2006

Mr Carey

Hi to all the Carey family-

Sorry I was only able to speak with Sandra and Tara and little Adriana at the funeral. I had to leave for another engagement at noon that day.

I have so many great memories of all the 'gang'...I had each one of the four Carey children, in their turns in Senior Kindergarten.

I'm sure you will all miss him terribly. What great memories Mark has set up on this web site. Great job!

Take care and be MUST stop this terrible disease...I just lost my niece a year ago at age 41. It hurts.

Nora Jones and family...

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March 07, 2006

Condolences

Dear Jackie and Children, Mrs Jones alerted me to MrCarey's passing. Please accept my sincere condolences. I remember when I taught Frank and also Sandra Mr. Carey would come and sit quietly at interview time but you always could feel a sense of how proud he was of his children. I know he will be greatly missed. Yours sincerly Rita Cornell

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March 06, 2006

Condolences

Dear all,
Please accept my deepest sympathies, my mother and I are very sorry for your loss. He was a kind and gentle man.

Lots of love

Onu and Terry

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March 05, 2006

The Carey Family

I have only known the Carey family for a short time, however there has been many dinners where I was able to become familiar with Frank and his family. Through ups and downs there has always been closeness among the family. This obvious bond is shown through the traits each child and parent share: honesty, supportiveness, love, and the 'Carey Humility'. Even though Ted has passed it is clear that through Jackie, Mark, Tara, Frank and Sandy, his strength, character and spirit will continue on.

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March 02, 2006

MY PROUD FATHER

Since I was a young child my dad would take me down to the park to practice baseball. As a former pitcher himself, he would teach me his special pitch, “the T-C Special”. On one particular occasion when I was older, we were at the local diamond and I was practicing my pitching. Dad was never catcher as he would say, and instead of focusing on catching the ball, dad was intent on watching the spin of my pitch. The ball dropped just beneath his glove and bounced off the edge of the plate and knocked out his tooth. He persisted to make me continue practicing my pitching even when he was bleeding with no tooth. As a proud father, my dad went a whole year with his tooth missing. I remember him saying to people while pointing to his missing tooth, “look at what my daughter did”. Even though he looked silly, he was so proud of his daughter the pitcher.

I will always remember your last words to me as I entered the hospital saying “Hi Dad it is me Sand”, he responded with his humorous way “I know its you, you were a sweet kid, but always threw like a girl”. I love you DAD.

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condolences

Dear Jackie & the family :
I was very sad to hear of Ted's passing away. May he find his rest, safe and secure in the arms of Jesus. We pray for you and the family, for comfort and strength to bear your loss.
I was not able to come for the funeral mass, but will meet you when we have Ted's mass at John Fisher.
God bless
Loraine

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Thoughts from Jean and Derek

Dear Jackie, Mark, Tara, Frank and Sandra,

Our heartfelt sympathy to you all. Even though we knew that Ted didn't have very long to live, it still came as a bit of a shock that the end came so quickly.

He fought a long and courageous battle with his cancer. He alone knew the pain of his suffering.,which he bore with quiet dignity.

We know that this a very sad time for you all. Our thoughts and prayers are with you . it was a blessing that you were given the time to be with him , in his last few days.

We were so pleased that we went over to Canada last year and that Ted was able to join us all on many of our family outings. We had hoped that he and you Jackie, would have been able to visit us this year here in England , but it wasn't to be.

We would ask him how he was feeling , when we were over with you both,and he would usually reply ,in his quiet way, "not so good to-day".

It was evident to us , how much he loved and cared about his family,and his delight in his grandchild Adrianna.

We weren't at the funeral, but were with you in spirit .

Much Love to you All. Jean and Derek

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Sincerest condolences

Dear Carey family ...

It is with great sadness to hear a good man has left this world. Fifteen years ago, I've had the opportunity to work with Ted at deHavilland. As a young grad at that time, Ted has always been helpful when I come to him for advice. May God eases your pain, knowing he has lived a good life, and is missed by many.

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From the time I started working with Ted at Dehavilland ,he was so helpful to me and was willing to spend the time to show me ,what and how to do the particular job. If at anytime i had any questions
he would spend the time to try and answer them. He trusted me to do my job.When a new job or piece of equipment came in, he would take the time to show how to use it properley. He would be the same with anyone who came to him for help,he was that sort of man.When i had problems,like, when my mother died he would spend time to comfort me.If he had any problems he would come to me ,i would be there for him as he would for me. He will always be part of my life. And now may you be at rest ,God bless you Ted.

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March 01, 2006

Condolences

Dear Carey Family,
It is with great sadness that I received the news of Ted,s passing.
I have known Ted for a long time and when I first came to deHavilland in 1981 I was assigned to a group in the Design office where some employees basically had an afternoon nap ( unofficial). I met Ted and in his laid back way told me that I should move my tee square, and such, as quietly as possible in case I give someone a heart attack. We also discussed how they seemed to snore in unison.
I have only nice things to think about when disussing Ted with a lot of our old colleagues here at Goodrich.
Ted you have a good rest. You deserve that and we can maybe swap some good stories next time we meet.
God bless and keep you,
Allan


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