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my own brand of happy.

i met up with two old friends today. seems like this trip has been full of hello’s.  i rather enjoy that, i think. there’s nothing quite so…happifying…as a hug and hello from people that you’ve managed to keep in touch with over the years.  it’s always a pleasant surprise to me, especially in the age of cyber everything. to meet up with someone for a coffee.

especially someone you’ve never really actually hung out with…for them to take the time to come out to see you. and then wish you a happy birthday.

it’s hard not to be happy when life is so full of love.


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Please forgive me…I lost track of time, but I never forgot you.

It’s been 7 years. Mr H., I miss you.

HILTON _ J. Lewis. Lew died suddenly but peacefully after a short illness with acute leukemia on May 12, 2004, in Vancouver. He was born in Moose Jaw, Sask., on April 6th, 1938, to Kay and Cliff Hilton. They moved to Victoria in 1943 because his dad was posted here in the Army. Lew received all his elementary and high schooling (Oak Bay High) here. He got his degree in Music, and from there on was a beloved band and math teacher in Vancouver for almost 40 years, retiring in 2002. His unique way of teaching both Music and Math with humor will always be remembered by his students. Laughter, fun and nonsense is how we in the family will always remember Lew – especially all the little kids because he made each one feel so special, as they came along. He endeared himself to each and everyone. He was predeceased by his dad Cliff in 1957, his mom Kay in 1985 and his only brother Jim in 2000. He is survived by his partner My Doan; his sister-in-law Irene; his niece Jeanette Bergen, her husband Lorin, and their little girls, Emily and Tasha. Lew also has a nephew Chris in Ontario. Also filled with great sorrow, but so privileged in having had Lew in our lives since day one, are first cousins in Victoria, Kaye Fritz and Wes, children Pat and Jeff; Dave Fitzgerald and Lorie, their children Debbie, Shawna and Marnie; Dan Fitzgerald and Dawn, their children Erin and Cara; Rossena Peterson and Terri Lynde. Cousin Bill Hutchinson in Vancouver and Aunt Aileen Carveth and her daughter Marjorie Kay Ryan mourn in Moose Jaw, as do all our respective children and grandchildren. Lew was a good friend to many people during his life, Donnie Clark, Ray and Nancy Hughes, Bob and Vee McDonald and Brian Todd in Kelowna he was especially fond of. Funeral service is on Wednesday, May 19, 2004 at the Mennonite Church, 7155 Sherbrooke St., Vancouver, at 10:30am. You are in our hearts forever, so till we meet again Lew, Goodnight, Sweet Prince

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Welcome home Nazzy.

always in my heartStopping the West Coast Express wasn’t an option, slowing it down barely was, and if regrettable circumstances hadn’t gotten in the way of its production and chemistry, 2002-03 would have just been the tip of the iceberg

Lots of people have scolded me over the past two years because I completely stopped watching Canucks hockey since my beloved team fell apart.  That team…the West Coast Express era…were the past, and our team now is great.

WCE is the past, Echo. You gotta let it go.  You can’t just give up on the game you love to watch.  You’re the only one who’s never fallen off the wagon.

Well, I’ve never been on a wagon…I’ve watched them since day one in Canada…I watched them as I learned English at the Pacific Coliseum. I watched with so my anticipation, excitement, and eventually in tears as their 93 Stanley Cup run ended in disappointment.  I watched through the Keanan reign of terror…with a broken heart as they traded our Linden.  I watched as slowly, they rebuilt it into the first class Canucks team that was led by Nazzy.

I watched the Sedins grow from silly bunnies to a formidible second line…to being our 2 for 1 captain.
I watched Matt Cooke score…two veryvery fantastic goals…2 seconds to go, how do you beat that? with a 1.2 second goal.  I watched as I choked on the apple I was eating, tripping over my blanket, and received txt after txt after call from my friends congratulating my boy.
I watched the West Coast Express soar.  Shorty said to hang on tight, because it’s going to be a heck of a ride.  It was one freakin ride. Bert, Nazzy, and the always under-appreciated Mo.  Jovo, Ohlie, Malik, Salo…Cookie…Cass…
I watched as year after year, Clouts ruined Nazzy.

I watched as Vancouver fell off the bandwagon one by one…as Bert defended our captain.  As we sent them both off…without a big hug and eternal thanks.

His greatest fault in Vancouver was only that he got older as a player. Ours is that we didn’t let him. Tonight makes everything better. – The Vancouver Sun.

When you recognize 20+ guys by their stride…by their eyes…it was no longer just a hockey team. Those were memories, that was pride.  It was family.

It’s difficult to say good bye to family.

Tonight wasn’t goodbye.  It was a reunion. It was to welcome our Naslund home, because we didn’t give him the proper send off the first time around. (Nor did we recognize the efforts of Morrison…but that’s another story)

Welcome home, Nazzy.  I’ll always miss you.

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