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I've been trying to write this for 2 months. I don't know what to write. I don't know what the right words are. There aren't any words that can describe what we had, and the loss that I feel. Nothing that I say is going to properly get it. There's just no way to put this into words.

You were a very special person to me. And I'm going to miss you for as long as I live.

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A message from Kieran ...we met at Shambhala in 2009.

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A message from Kieran ...we met at Shambhala in 2009.

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He was very special to me even though we only saw each about once a year..we had a bond and agreed we were 2 parts of one soul..

I don't usually dream, but I had some intense dreams last night, and you were in one of them. got me thinking about you, and just thought I'd drop you a line, then I realised that you were online. Just wanted to say thanks for being a super awesome person, even when it hasn't always been reciprocated. You helped me through one of the most important and transformative times in my life, and I just wanted to show my appreciation.

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Always willing to goof around with me.

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Something to help us mourn.

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One More Light (Official Audio) - Linkin Park

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I admit I didn't know Kieran very well. But when he came around there was always a story to tell, and he was great at telling them. Every memory I have I was happy to see him. I only wish i had known him better. He will be greatly missed.

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Kieran's 19th Birthday

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Kieran's 19th Birthday

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The day Kieran made money.

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I met Kieran first semester, grade nine. I don’t even remember what class - maybe tech? I remember this goofy guy with a beaming smile and spiked hair who always had a witty remark or a joke and drove our teacher nuts. Over the next four years we would spend hours hanging out in my basement, Melissa’s basement, Davey’s house, or out in Brooklin tramping around in the woods. Our teacher in grade 12 Academic English made the mistake of sitting us and a handful of friends together on the same side of the room, where we became “the corner that turns every scene in King Lear into a fucking comedy”. Don’t think it can be a comedy? Imagine Kieran reading any role. Pick one. They had us in stitches every time.

It makes me sad that we hadn’t spoken in 14 years.

We did so, so many stupid things, but these two stories are my favourites.

First, the time they attacked Davey with most of a tree. I was home when Davey and Kieran called and said “come over. We’re gonna blow some shit up.” Okay... just try to resist the urge to do that till I get there? I hop on my bike, ride over, and as I’m rounding the corner onto Davey’s street I can see a trail of smoke coming out of the backyard. They’d decided to recreate the sinking of the Bismarck and had attached fire crackers to plastic ship models in a wheelbarrow full of water. One of the models was battery operated. Turns out batteries and explosives don’t mix. Who knew?
Later, Kieran and I were shooting arrows into the forest and one of us had to go retrieve them. Kieran declared “I’m too lazy”, so off I went. I was trying to pry one out of a log when I heard a scream (more a war cry) followed by “ow, fuck, my hand”. Davey had brought his sword outside, Kieran had grabbed a “branch” (really, most of a tree) and came charging at Davey, and by the time I got back up the hill it was over; Kierans hand all cut up and bloody, Davey out of breath, both of them laughing hysterically, me convinced I could never leave them alone.

The next was Operation Liberate The Ice. On a trip to AMC theatres (as you do) we ended up at Subway. Melissa and I were eating, Kieran and Davey were daring each other to eat jalapeños. Kieran ate a handful and immediately (because jalapeños) started gasping for water. Somehow - not sure how - we ended up getting turfed from Subway and as we started to head towards the parking lot, Kieran and Davey both stopped and ran back. Davey grabbed the door, Kieran screamed “LIBERATE THE ICE” and punched the ice dispenser on the pop machine before racing back out. It was absolutely hysterical at the time.

Our friend group did some weird, dumb, teenage crap, but somehow Kieran  could make me laugh til my sides hurt every time. There was drama and fights and bullshit because of course there was, and absolutely times where we were at each other’s throats because we’re opinionated af, but for those few years  they were one of my closest friends. High school was a rough ride, but it would have been worse without them.

You lived so fiercely and so brightly. You walked your own path and weren’t going to be told by anyone what direction you should go - you just went.

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Quick little story behind this pic. This was taken in my parents' back yard in the summer of 2014-ish (might have been 13 or 15 or 16, can't recall). I flew back to Brooklin from Calgary for a wedding. I had a bit of a party at my parents' place. At the time, I knew Kieran lived in BC, so I didn't text him because I assumed he was 4000km's away. So we're at the party, and I get a phone call. I pick up, and I hear the voice say "Hey dude, so I guess you're having a party without me, eh? What gives, man!?!?". I say, "Kieran, what? Are you down here? I had no clue!". He replies "Yep, I'm in town. I can be there in 15 minutes.". And he was. It was definitely one of the highlights of my trip, because we hadn't seen one another in 2 or 3 years, but we coincidentally booked our vacations for the same time! Kieran spent the afternoon over, and him and I spent time together that evening, just telling stories and shootin' the poop. Kieran got to meet my entire family that day, from grandparents to 2nd cousins. It was a special moment for me, because I could finally put a face to the name that was central in so many stories I'd already told.

This was also the first (And last) re-assembly of the old post-highschool foursome -- Dave G, Alex C, Kieran B, and myself. It was a very special moment for all of us, to catch up with one another.

--Jeremy P

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This was the last time all 6 of us were together in the same place (April 2018).

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With permission

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My very first friend. No matter how long we went without seeing each other or how brief the encounter, that same comfortable love was always there. To me, you were always sunny. I'll never forget your smile and I will continue to think of you every year on your birthday. Our first sleepover. Playing in the woods. Having the same haircut at 5 years old. The Brooklin Spring Fair. After all these years, thinking of you still warms my heart. I'm hugging you right now.

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Celebrating Kieran's Grandma's (Nanny) 82 birthday in 2004

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Snow. Freaking. White.

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1989/90ish, mom and dad's front yard.

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Make yourself at home. This is a space to share memories of and with Kieran, to laugh and cry and shake our fists at the universe and remember the impossible moments alongside the beautiful ones. I've enabled commenting on each other's stories, please be respectful of everyone's experiences. This doesn't mean holding back on telling a story about that time Kieran was a total asshole (because let's be honest...), but be kind and gentle wherever you can.

Kieran lived intensely and packed a LOT into 33 years. Although they were a born storyteller (if you know you KNOW), there are certainly still more stories out there, so let's share them. Tell us about everything.

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Go in love and peace.