Khiry Narrative

ask for your prayers for all those who grieve, for the children whose worlds have been

You are such an inspiration. You will soon be in the arms of god, all your pain will fade away and you will be free again! Life was so unfair to you, but you stayed so brave through it all. You fought so hard for so long. You are the strongest young lady I have ever seen. I’m so sorry you had to go through the toughest struggles of life at such a young age in the worst ways possible, but you can finally be at peace. You will always be remembered and loved by so many. May you rest in peace and fly high into the sky. God is forever looking after you and you will get your justice baby

I lived in Toronto basically my whole life. Living in Toronto TTC (the public transit system, also known as the Toronto Transit Commission) is a must. Whether it be going to and from work or making a trip to the Eaton Centre with some friends. With my years of riding the TTC I have definitely had a, if not many gendered experiences. Rush hour is definitely the busiest time to get on the TTC, it’s the time of the day where everyone gets on. From the business men, to the teenagers to the homeless all trying to get somewhere. In the few minutes or the long hours on the TTC we all have some way we put on a performance whether we know it or not, trying to protect or show the world our gender and sexual identity.

September 9th started like any other day, but it didn’t take long before it was the strangest day I’d had in awhile. I came to school at 7 am since it was early in the year, and I still was adjusting to my new classes and new students. The new year was one I was especially looking forward to. I had just won the Teacher of the Year award after only my third year and my students and I all created a bond.

I would like to say thank you for everyone coming out to west tonight, either you’re supporting your daughter, Future Falcons, or Mrs. Sinksen, it doesn’t go unnoticed. So thank you once again. I would also like to talk a little bit about Mrs. Sinksen. First, I would like to say Mrs. Sinksen is one of the most kind hearted people I have met in my life. It hit me hard knowing that the unspeakable happened to her. Bad things happen to good people, it’s truly not fair. As i’ve been getting older I realized something about teachers. Teachers don’t only teach you a certain subject, but they teach you far more than that. Teachers believe in you from the start, the day you walk into their classroom, they already see a fire in you that you don’t see

He was the youngest of seven siblings; except for the oldest two, all the children were adopted, and the mother fostered other children as well. “Kalief was the last brought into the family,” an older brother told me. “By the time it came to Kalief, my mom had already raised—in foster care or adoption—a total of thirty-four kids.” Kalief was the smallest, he recalled, “so my mom called him Peanut.”

Do you have a bestfriend that feels just like a sister? My bestfriend is McKenah Kloes, her personality makes you smile everyday and we have the most crazy memories. Even know she loves to goof around she’s very intelligent.

Our fire department has come to the rescue on several fires and medical emergency. The department has men and women who work extremely hard at keeping us safe and secure. Recently, Caitlin Mather (EMT), one of the departments finest, saved the life of a small baby. The baby's mother drove into the Douglas City Store and let them know that her baby was not breathing. They quickly called the Fire Department and Caitlin, living so close by, was the first one on the scene. She reacted immediately, sticking her finger down the baby's throat, tipped her upside down, gave her a pat on the back, a pinch on her little leg and the baby let out a life saving scream. Thank you Caitlin for being on the team and for your dedication to your work, you are truly a

of itself, or thinking that I’m stupid that I didn’t see where I put my

Kyla Davidson: “It was an early morning and we had to leave our house at like 2 a.m. Then we got to the airport, well we actually had to park our car and I guess you pay to leave it for 5 days,” she said. “We missed the exit so we had to turn around and we got on the shuttle to the airport and we checked our bags and went through security and we got to the gate where we fly standby because it's a lot cheaper,” she said. “It’s only like 60 bucks a ticket, it’s supposed to be a lot more than that but it also means that it's not guaranteed that you all get on the flight but luckily all four of us got on, sometimes we will have to split up and try for the next flight but all four of us got on,” she said. It was just a one-way flight to San Fran and we got a cab and she took us to the hotel and it was a really big hotel and we were on the 14th floor I wanna say, and we put our stuff away,” She said.

We saw your heart, as you served in various capacities and leadership positions. When we couldn’t figure out which way to go or where to turn to for answers, we heard your prayers and knew that you were always praying for us. Thank

Life began to tick by. Wounds healed. Houses were getting rebuilt, and crop seeds were starting to be sewn in the fields. Not once did I show any hatred nor anger. Only gratitude for surviving and hope for the others that survived to regain their strength and rebuild their lives.

Thank you all for gathering here today for my closest friend Grace Wiley’s funeral. We have been friends since the pre-K. It was very hard for me when I got that phone call nobody wants to get, that your best friend died. We all no she died doing what she absolutely loved doing.

I stepped off the shuttle and looked at the burning red sands of Korriban. Secrets were hidden well beneath those grains of red, secrets and mysteries. Underneath the copious amounts of sand, there were decayed bodies, perhaps ancient tombs, maybe even hidden knowledge. I would never know. Nor would I ever want to know, somethings should stay hidden. Korriban made me wary. I wasn’t sure of anything on this planet yet. Scratch that, I was sure of one thing actually, the force on this planet was an abyss of dark and brooding hatred. Loathing, revenge, lust, envy and jealousy all bloomed throughout this planet. It powered me, fueled me, it felt like I was swimming in an ocean of darkness, but came at a price. It unbalanced me. I was taught that my emotions would discombobulate me, subvert me, that it would turn me into a hindrance. But they’re wrong right? They were wrong about everything. I didn’t follow their rules anymore, they had no authority over me. I was my own person. I was free from them.

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