Off to the Dodgers.... He'll at least see some asses in the seats...

and the purge continues

My wife just called me to ask me if I knew a Jamie Slade. He was a long time member and supporter of out TMLFans fundraising efforts. It turns out he passed away suddenly March 24. Rob and I played golf every year with Jamie, at least once. He will be missed... RIP

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MEMORANDUM

To:
All Osler Staff

From:
Francesca Fiumara, Director of Medicine, Critical Care and Respiratory Therapy;                       
Dr. Andrew Healey, Medical Director, Critical Care Services

Date:
March 26, 2017

Subject:
The Passing of Jamie Slade


It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of Jamie Slade who died unexpectedly on March 24.

Jamie had been a long-standing, well respected employee of Osler for many years. He started his career in 1991 as a security guard at Peel Memorial Hospital and went on to become an Environmental Service Representative until 2002 when he left Osler.  Jamie returned to Osler in 2007 working with Carillion. He went on to hold a series of roles with Osler as Environmental Services Manager (EGH), Quality Improvement Manager, Support Services and Corporate Security Manager until 2015.  Most recently, Jamie worked as an AFP Manager at Infrastructure Ontario.

An avid hockey enthusiast, Jamie leveraged his passion to give back to his community as event co-Chair for Osler Foundation's Hockey Night for Osler and as Team Captain for the Hospital Dragon Boat Team.

Jamie is survived by his wife, Giustina Slade, a Respiratory Therapist at Osler, and his two children. His loss will be deeply felt and our thoughts are with his family at this difficult time.

Visitation will take place at the Ward Funeral Home, 52 Main Street South, Brampton, on Monday, March 27 from 2 pm – 4 pm and 7 pm – 9 pm.

The Funeral Mass will take place on Tuesday, March 28 at 11 am at St. John Albion, 16066 Gore Road, Caledon.

Flags will be lowered on Tuesday March 28, in his memory.

The family has shared a preference for charitable donations to be given to the Heart and Stroke Foundation of Ontario.

Did anyone see this ?

http://www.autotrader.ca/newsfeatures/20151007/nhl-goalie-rides/#02xb8OFZZkh9eVtq.97

Perhaps he should worry less about hot cars and more about playing like sh*t....

I dont like the way he behaves on the ice, plus he's a FRIGGEN HAB..... but this was a good interview. I could like him....

http://www.sportsnet.ca/hockey/nhl-lockout/2012/11/28/hc_noon_canadiens_subban/

Another sad day for Indycar fans, as Dan Wheldon was killed in a 15-car pileup at Las Vegas Motor Speedway...

A good read.... gives a little iinsight into him and his time here so far. As well as where his head is ... I really like this kid

http://www.torontosun.com/2011/08/05/schenn-wants-to-stick-it-out-with-leafs

2 diaries

Wife's Diary:

Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long,so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving.         

I can't explain his behavior I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you,too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep; I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.


Husband's Diary:

A four putt;  who the f*ck four putts?