i just wanted to clear something up from a story i read here. I did have a son who passed away. His name. was. Tyler not Kyle. Thanks so much and i miss you very much mom,dad and Tyler.xoxoxo them

Cheryl and I met at Bellview School when I lived on Eighth Avenue and she lived on the corner of Tenth. I was 11 and she was 9. We shared a love of music and I especially remember listening to Tommy James and the Shondells in her basement. And, oh how we drooled over Davy Jones! When we entered high school, her Dad would drive us occasionally and at the time, was the only person I knew who listened to FM on the car radio. Everyone else had an AM station on, but Stan liked the easy listening classics. Cheryl and I married the same year (1971), and we had our first children, my son Chris and her daughter Lianne 12 days apart. We had so many adventures together as young wives and mothers, both of us always seemed to be broke and struggling, so our entertainment was through house parties, coffee klatches and long phone conversations. We both loved crossword puzzles and since neither of us drove at the time, we would work them together over the phone when the kids were sleeping. The arrival of the weekly TV Guide (with a crossword we could share) was always cause for celebration between us. Cheryl drank the most awful instant coffee that I could never get used to, but I always kept a jar of it in the cupboard for her visits with Daryl and Lianne. We were godparents to each other's children - she and Daryl to my son Drew, and my [ex] husband and I to Lianne. I was truly honoured to be chosen for this role and continue to love Lianne very much. Cheryl had a fear of driving and didn't like to be in any vehicle smaller than a Cadillac. Eventually, Daryl bought her a truck and that made her very happy. I do remember one time she agreed to drive out to look at the new house they bought on Greenfield. We had a pile of kids in my little Nissan (there were no car seat laws then) and as we crossed the railway tracks that were on Park Road, a piece of the fender fell off. I think that finished her from driving in my cars because I honestly don't ever remember her driving with me again. Cheryl loved wild weather, especially snow storms. She would call me on the first snow storm of the year all excited and while I was dreading boots and snowsuits, she would cheer. The more snow the better. She and Daryl became very good photographers and would often become amateur storm chasers to get good pictures. We had a Christmas party for the kids one year and she and I made about 25 little felt stockings that we filled for Santa to give as gifts. We invited cousins, friends and neighbours and the party was a huge hit. The following year, Cheryl arranged to have Santa visit my children on Christmas Eve. She was always so thoughtful that way. Daryl and Cheryl were avid campers and were members of the NCHA for many years. They bestowed a deep and abiding love of the outdoors on Lianne and taught her to have a great respect for nature. I still cannot believe this cherished childhood friend of mine is gone. I will miss her always, though the pictures and memories I have of our times together will keep her close in my heart and I will never forget the love and friendship that we always shared.

I first met Cheryl and Daryl Robbins many years ago when they lived on Elizabeth Street. They wanted to move to a new home in the north end of the city and we soon found a nice lot , a good builder, and their new home was constructed. But Daryl and Cheryl missed their old neighbourhood, their old friends and the slower paced friendly feel of their prior community. They decided to sell and move back to the same old location. They were unpretentious, straight shooters who didn't need or want fancy things..they knew the value of friendships and family.

During this time I lost a child and during one of my sad first days when I went to my mailbox I found a beautiful sympathy card and the most wonderful letter that described exactly how I was feeling and why not to feel that way from Daryl and Cheryl. They too had lost a son and their words gave me such comfort and helped me cope throughout that dark time in my life. It also cemented our friendship and we kept in touch often over the following years.

When they decided to move from Lawrence street out to the country I helped them find their perfect spot. they loved the tranquility and beauty of their country residence.

Once again their kindness showed itself when they took in Bart when he was without a home and the three of them shared an enduring friendship for several years. When Bart become ill his dear friends took care of him and helped his passing be a peaceful one. True friends and so big hearted.

More tragedy befell them when their grandson Kyle was drowned in a sudden accident. I visited Daryl and Cheryl at their home where we sat for hours, drinking tea at the kitchen table sharing their sorrow over losing their precious boy. Hard times but they leaned on each other as they had always done throughout the many years of their marriage.

When just several months later Daryl passed away in a tragic drowning accident himself Cheryl lost her rock and her best friend. I was so worried for her. She decided to move from the home they shared together but it wasn't meant to be.

Cheryl missed her Daryl so much.

I read todays paper and I was shocked and saddened to hear of Cheryl's passing.

But I know, without question, that her wonderful Daryl was waiting to take her hand and lead her joyfully into the world that knows no pain or sorrow.

Rest in peace Cheryl , I was lucky to have called you and Daryl my friends.

Cheryl, you've been so lost since Daryl left..a heartbreak that combined with the loss of your grandson you had so much anguish getting through. I was so sad to read of your passing. You were such a kind woman and I will always keep a special place for you in my heart. Your troubles are now over and I know, without question, Daryl was waiting to take you by the hand and led you joyfully into God's light. Rest in peace my friend.

lianne im sorry to here of the passing of your mother hugs to you and your family my prayers are with you and yours