Friday, June 17, 2022
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Tyler was my older brother, we got to grow up together in foster care until I was the age of 12, and we were split up. Tyler changed a lot over the years but he always remained this child at heart. I will always remember him as a young boy, when he was happiest, most full of wonder and hope. Catching him singing "I believe I can fly" on the radio in front of the mirror in his tighty whities and then embarrassingly yelled at me to get out of his room. Or memories like his bowling competitions, hockey, or cheering and banging pots outside everytime the leafs got a goal just the neighborhood knew.
His passing hurts. But I take peace in knowing all his struggles and pain are gone. Rest easy Tyler, you're with mom and I know our foster mom Pat, will be there to hold you too. You were always loved, I just wish you knew how much.
