October 9, 2006


On this Thanksgiving Day 2006, I give thanks for having Ted as my brother. He was someone that many people, me included, found it interesting to get to know. I miss Ted, and wish him and his family well.

July 12, 2006

Happy Birthday Dad

You always said you didn't like celebrating your birthday but I always believed you long as there was good cake to eat! (as demonstrated by the picture Mark posted)

Love ya...Frank

April 4, 2006


Hello again, from sister Anne. First, a big thank you to Dianne and Paul for bringing to life the Teenage Ted you see in the cottage photos. Summers at Spencer’s Point held magic for us all. I also find magic now in the sympathy we receive by letter, phone, email and blog:

From Bermuda

Cousin James Hallett emails:
“… it sounds like Ted’s care at least gave him the benefit of being at home most of the time.”

His mother Keggie Hallett writes:
“It’s always hard when the first death in a generation comes along. Both my brothers died in 2001 … I am the only one of my generation left now, and it is a strange feeling …”

From Toronto

Colleague Margaret, who lost her B.C. brother not long ago, writes:
“It is so hard to lose a sibling -- it leaves a hole in the fabric of your life like no other.”

Hope, who lost mother, father, husband to cancer, sends:
A donation in Ted’s memory to the William Osler Health Centre Foundation in Brampton.

Frances, who lost her mother, writes:
“I’m glad you were able to spend some time with him recently and that he was able to enjoy your famous chicken soup. It’s the little things that count.”

From Ottawa

Sacred Heart Convent girlfriend Eleanor (Dunsworth) Moore, of Ottawa, writes:
“I sent a donation to Sr. Marjie Conroy’s project … for children’s education in Nairobi and Uganda. Amazing work that Ted would have supported.”

From Berkeley, California:

John Yap, our ‘extra’ brother from university days in Montreal and Ted’s Best Man, emails:
“Looking through the pictures on his web site, I remembered the days I spent with him in Montreal and Toronto as if they were just last week I will forever keep those images in my heart … I, too, remember how witty and handsome he was.”

From Etobicoke:

This last entry is especially for Ted’s children. For a decade, my friend Leslie cared for a father immobilized by stroke; she emails:
“The website is amazing and the eulogy made me cry. Your brother looked like you. The family resemblance is definitely there. I love the picture of you in the wagon … Thank you for sharing this with me.”

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 made a difference and you are remembered for that.

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

March 5, 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.

March 2, 2006


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.

February 28, 2006

the beautiful Funeral Mass

Dear Jackie and family
The funeral Mass was beautiful. It touched our hearts when the organist sang 'The Lord is My Shepherd'. What a loving family you have. Ted will certainly be able to help all of you from heaven now. Many from Bishop Danylak's Prayer Group were present with their love and prayers, and we will continue to pray for you too.
God Bless

February 27, 2006

Sister-Brother Act

I’m Ted’s sister Anne, born 11 months before he was.
When I was old enough to know better, I traded all my nickels for all Ted’s dimes. Mum made me give them back.
When the family went sledding in Bedford one night, Ted’s leg went under the toboggan and it turned purple. He was only 6 but never complained, which shocked Mum.
When Ted, in his cowboy duds and sheriff’s badge, shot off his cap pistols and kicked over my mud pies that were baking in the sun on a 2x4, I bopped him in the head with the board. This is Ted’s favourite story about me. He told it to all his kids and always showed off the scar on his forehead as proof he was telling the truth. He would grin and say, “I thought Anne’s bakery was a saloon.”
When we were in grade school in Halifax, Ted let Fred and me help him make model planes, battleships and cars. I painted one hotrod Candy Apple Red.
When Jackie came to Canada, she stayed with my husband and me in Ottawa. Jackie hugs me every time she remembers how I helped her immigrate to Canada.
When their wedding day arrived, I was the one who fed Jackie TUMS. That settled the butterflies in her stomach.
When his first son was born, Ted asked me to be Mark’s godmother. What a gift for a Big Sis.
When Ted and I meet again, he’ll tell me how much he loves this stream of Internet stories, started by Mark – especially the ones Adriana will tell about T-Pa, when she’s old enough to read and write. She loves stories, too.

Memories of Ted

It’s amazing how one man can emit such greatness and strength. As an employee at Bombardier Aerospace in the I.T. department I met Ted while doing my daily activities, as he would place support calls to the helpdesk regarding issues with his computer.

I remembered the first them I met him, he was extremely soft spoken, polite and respectful. I am not sure if anyone here at work has ever seen Ted upset, I certainly haven’t.

I am somewhat of an observer that likes to be behind the scene, one who rarely has comments pertaining to any situation; In this case I have to make and exception. Ted, it was a pleasure working with you and getting to know you. You will certainly be missed as the world has much to lean from you.

This is a poem I wrote:


In our dreams
In our thoughts
In our minds and hearts you will always be

When I think of beauty
I think of you

So positive, so enlightening
If I saw a smile that shines on the world
Ted owns that smile

The sun gave us daytime
The moon gave us nighttimes
And TED, your smile gave us happiness

As we see a rose in the springtime
The road to heaven is paved with gold
TED, take your place in the arms of God

You will certainly be missed…

By: Mark A. Thompson
Technical Support Specialist / int. Systems Analyst
CGI Technology / Bombardier Aerospace

February 26, 2006

My Father the Story Teller

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. As the first half went along, the big animals were scoring at will. Every time they got the ball they would run it in for a touchdown.

Then came the second half...

First play: The elephant runs the ball up the middle. WAP!! Tackled for a five yard loss.

The little animals go back to the huddle cheering and congratulating each other.

"Who made that tackle?" asked the ant.

"I did," said the centipede.

Second play: The rhinoceros runs the ball up the middle. WHOMP!! Tackled for another five yard loss.

Back in the huddle the flea asked, "Who made that great stop?" "I did," said the centipede.

Third play: The gorilla tries an end sweep, led by the hippo throwing the lead blocks. SMACK!! Centipede tackles him for a ten yard loss.

Back in the huddle, the gnat asked the centipede, "Where were you in the first half?"

The centipede replied, "Puttin' on 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.

Always cheerful

I met T-Paw only two years ago, the first (and, by the moment, the only one) time that my girlfriend (now my wife) and me went to Canada for visiting my brother Pablo and Tara, his wife. You know, we’re spanish, we don’t use to speak english, we were a kind of shy for meeting all the special people that my brother loves there in that-big-cold-and-wonderful-country-so-far-from-Spain... On that trip we met T-Paw three or four times. We just talk for a while those days, and I remember that that quiet man brought to me some special feelings: he liked to hear, to know about people and many other thoughts, always being glad just being there and making feel that if you would need anything, he’d be there for whatever.

Last year they went to Spain. My wife and me we wanted to help the canadian family whatever they needed in our “funny little country”, because we all know how hard the difference of languages can be, and, also, because we were so happy that Ted and Jacinta decided to know Spain. There were so many occasions for talking with Ted, and we were so proud of being his chauffeurs while he asked about every thing he watched. He wanted to know, do you understand? We became accustomed to grandparents that knows everything and only want to show how clever they are. I don’t doubt that T-Paw was one of the most clever men I ever seen, and I don’t doubt it because I always thought that clever people are those that knows to be everywhere, knowing how to do that people is comfortable and happy with him. About our plans of going to live to Canada, he advised us about some possibilities, as living in a farm or other things. While I was driving, I watched him through the rear-view window. He was smiling me while he said: “You know, guys, maybe I will not be there for seeing your happiness, but, wherever I am, I’ll be happy for you.” Then he changed the subject and, always cheerful, asked us about the spanish storks or maybe the walls from the Middle Age, I’m not sure.

Poets always wrote that someone is immortal when achieves to live in the memory of the people that loved him. In that case, I’m sure that, maybe, T-Paw is not here for seeing our happiness -who knows-, but, wherever he is, he will be immortal and happy for us.

Roots and Wings

Roots and Wings... a quote 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 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. 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 mix 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 flavour choice. 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 try... 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... 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!"

February 25, 2006

Making Castles in the Sand

In the video clip below, Ted "T-Paw" Carey helps granddaughter Adriana build a sand castle. My dad went out to home depot to create this simulated beach for Adriana after she discovered how much fun sand was, on a camping trip:

February 24, 2006

A Man Who Loved his Family

The title above truly describes my father: a man who loved his family.

As a dad and a husband, he loved his family deeply. He would do anything for us, do anything to make our lives better or happier. When we were just small children, Dad was always there to take us camping, help us with school projects, and play with us. As a handyman and jack-of-all-trades, he built things for us to make us happy: a jungle gym in the backyard, cool robot halloween costumes, and much more. As we grew older, he supported us and encouraged us regardless of what educational or carreer path we would chose, in school, in sports, and in life in general. If we were happy, then he was happy.

I love my dad and I will always remember him as a man who loved his family.

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