Lavallee-Blawatt, Kyle Christian –
Taken from us far too soon in a fatal motorcycle accident on Saturday, July 30th, 2016; at the age of 28. Our Golden Boy isn’t coming home. Kyle’s infectious smile, positive energy, kind heart, quick wit, fantastic stories, friendship and love will be so very sadly missed by his Mother Lisa Lavallee, Father Bill Blawatt, Sister Alicia, Niece Renee, Grandparents Don and Carol Lavallee, Ann and Cal (deceased) Blawatt, Great Grandmother Doris Sutcliffe, his aunts and uncles (Jason, Chris, Gay, Margaret, Jeanine and Janet) his cousins ( Tara, Charla, Lacey, Juliette, Ellysa, Alexis, Alex and Samantha), his enormous extended family and humongous circle of friends.
Kyle was a 4th year Sheet Metal apprentice with Mohawk College and member of the SMWIA local 537. People were drawn to Kyle because of his heart of gold, his kindness, his zest for life and the sparkle he just possessed. You could always expect from Kyle a helping hand, a funny story and a big fat grin. He worked hard, lived life with great enthusiasm and cared so deeply for family and friends. He had a natural way of making everyone’s day. People continuously mention his amazing smile…what a wonderful thing to be remembered for. He will be forever loved, eternally cherished and always missed. A silver lining to this tragic tale is that Kyle left behind a lineage in his 7 month old son Silas, the apple of his Daddy’s eye. Friends will be received at Bay Gardens Funeral Home; 947 Rymal Road East, Hamilton on Thursday, August 4, 2016 from 6-9 p.m. A funeral service will take place in the funeral chapel on Friday, August 5, 2016 at 11:00 a.m. Cremation to follow.
In lieu of flowers, donations towards “Ky for Si” – a memorial trust fund for Silas, would be greatly appreciated. Donations can be made through TD Canada Trust account #6951460, Branch 2512.
Funeral arrangements entrusted to Tranquility Funeral Services.
I was not able to make it today due to work. But I send my condolences to all of kyle family. I met kyle when I was like 8 when you guys lived on burlington st. I passed your house every single day on my way to bennetto. I was blessed to not only get to be apart of kyle life but to be able to call him a friend. Growing up in the north end, friends turn to family really quick, and even though I have not seen kyle in a couple of years his infectious smile and sense of humor will forever live on.
I’m so sorry for your loss guys
Rest in peace kyle
We are so sorry for your loss Lisa, Alicia and family.
Kyle was a link in Chris and Andrew O’Neill’s circle of life for many years, as well as mine, and the sorrow we all feel is beyond words.
Kyle’s beautiful smile will forever be missed.
We, too, will keep the memories of Kyle alive in our thoughts and our hearts.
Chris, Andrew, Heather, Alyssa and Jordyn
So sorry to hear of the loss of your son. He will always be in your heart. Memories live on forever.
When I was a shy 9th grader and Kyle was in 10th grade at Westdale, our two gym classes played floor hockey against one another one day. As he was defending against me, he accidentally knocked me over. Kyle ignored the teacher who was admonishing him for perhaps playing a bit too rough (against an admittedly terrible hockey player) in order to lend me a hand to get back off the ground and make sure I was okay. Physically I was fine, but perhaps I was a bit embarrassed after being upended, in front of my peers and the older class, with my gangly legs and arms flailing about. But despite Kyle being one of the “cool kids” he showed respect and kindness that, to be honest, I did not expect from him at the time. That went a long way to shrugging off the embarrassment.
Later in that same week, I believe on the Friday night, my friends and I attended a “bush party” at Sassafras point. As word got out of the gathering, more and more people started to show up, including many of the older crowd. After a couple too many beers, one of the rough-and-tumble older guys produced a mini pellet pistol and started waving it about in the air, threatening people. He then proceeded to pin me up against a tree and hold the gun to my eye. What happened next was that Kyle appeared out of the madness and was able to talk my esteemed assailant into letting me go and to put the pellet gun away. “Come on man, he’s cool” I remember him saying. I’m not sure how this situation would have ended if Kyle did not step in, but I credit him for my ability to see out of both eyes.
While these were my only two interactions with Kyle, it was enough for me to see that he was a solid guy with strong character. he was. I am terribly sorry to hear about his passing. He will continue to live in the stories of my high school misadventures, and no doubt the memories of all of those whose lives he touched.
Thank you Kyle.
Thank you for taking the time to write this story Julian. I will keep it and treasure it.
Lisa