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  1. I was only 8 years old when my best friend died from working as a linesman on the job. Together we built snowmans, went skiing, learned how to tip over a canoe (and turk back up) in a pool.. we did everything best friends did together. He was more than my father, he was my everything and unfortunately, he went away (as per Frozen song lyrics) due to a worplace accident. 29 years followed until I realized the significant impact this had on me (the unresolved complicated grief I carried, unknowingly).. that little girl who would never be able to say “I love you daddy” again. He was an amazing person and I found out years later the impact his life had on others: how his colleagues implemented a safety discussion prior to every work day or that a golf tournament was created in his name for 10 years afterwards (which was a heartwarming surprise). I need to believe his accident was meant to save others from such perils and my heart goes out to all who have lost a loved one through a worplace accident.

  2. People go to work to be paid, not laid waste to. Especially shocking are the kids who get killed on Take Your Kid to Work Day.

    Let’s all practise work safety!

  3. February 24 ,2006 a day when we will never forget. We lost a newly grampa, husband, a lovely papito, son, brother and a great Friend. No words represent the sadness of lost a great man. My father who gave all to his family and job…until his own life. For all those who lost someone in the worplace my heart is with you. They are in my prayers everyday.

  4. I have seen the pain and heartache of the love of your life Jaymie and your beautiful boys Abel and Ollie everyday for the past 6 months… Everyday my heart breaks for them and your family… You were the “best guy” the best husband, father and friend… The “safety first guy” always… You always listened and talked non stop… always had a story to tell… You were witty, yet charming and the love and devotion you displayed everyday for your wife and your boys, truly was beautiful and honourable.. You were devoted to providing them the best life and lessons about life..Jaymie will persevere and honour you and your love for your family I promise you that… They will always be cared for by the many people who love you and all that you stand for. And Your Jakey.

  5. He was 24 years old and working 60+ hours a week as a welder. Working nights during the winter was very hard on him. I do know that his mental health was negatively impacted by seasonal affective disorder, wearing a mask for too many hours a day, and by being bullied in the workplace. He died by suicide. Because of that I volunteer for a health promotion program that is an OHS initiative. It is called Tough Enough to Talk About It developed by the Suicide Prevention Resource Center, Grande Prairie ( Alberta).

  6. This one goes to my dad, my bestfriend, my role model, my hero; Dal Singh. July 30, 2015 will by far remain the worst day of my life, the day we received the most heartbreaking call ever; its a nightmare I’ll never ever forget. My dad has always been the most loving person I have ever met and I hope one day I can be a fraction the person he is. Everyday I wake up and pray that one day we’ll have a conversation again; hear him say that he loves me & that he’s proud of me. Anything. I miss the comforting sound of his voice, his silly laugh, the warm hugs. I miss our life before the accident. I miss you so much dad. I promise you, I promise myself. You’ll always have 3 children & a wife who will take care of you and do anything possible to see you better. You are & have always been the life of our family, the person who has always kept us together. We love you dad.

  7. This one goes to my dad, my bestfriend, my role model, my hero; Dal Singh. July 30, 2015 will by far remain the worst day of my life, the day we received the most heartbreaking call ever; its a nightmare I’ll never ever forget. My dad has always been the most loving person I have ever met and I hope one day I can be a fraction the person he is. Everyday I wake up and pray that one day we’ll have a conversation again; hear him say that he loves me & that he’s proud of me. Anything. I miss the comforting sound of his voice, his silly laugh, the warm hugs.  I miss our life before the accident. I miss you so much dad. I promise you, I promise myself. You’ll always have 3 children & a wife who will take care of you and do anything possible to see you better. You are & have always been the life of our family, the person who has always kept us together. We love you dad.

  8. Dad, I miss you so much. 12 years have passed and I still cry each time I think about the night you died. You were such a great man who cared about others. You were there to help anyone who needed it. I love you!!!!!!

  9. On August 20, 2015, I went to work with my husband for his landscaping company. He smiled at me as I was leaving the City of Ottawa yard to start the day. That afternoon I got the call that he had been hit by an out of control SUV while trimming grass on the 174 by the Montreal Rd. exit. I didn’t know he was killed until I got to the hospital. My life and the lives of my children changed forever. I will never forget that horrible day. Your friends and family miss you dearly!

  10. The day I will never forget. I was badly injured at W.C.Woods in Guelph Ont., At 38 years of age my life and that fo my family changed drasticly. I was not killed but injured. I live with it every day.

  11. My brother Nick died while working at Maple Lodge Farm Norval Ont. while helping his buddies finish their job so they could all leave together.
    Our lives changed that day! We miss you soooo much Nick. love from all your siblings.

  12. Ryszard Witczak died in a mining accident at Macassa Gold Mines, Kirkland Lake, Ontario on April 18, 1962 at the age of 37 years.
    He is still remembered by his wife, children and friends.

  13. Not a day goes by that we are not reminded of the accident. To see the pain and suffering you face every day is heart breaking but your spirit has been a true inspiration. I am truly grateful that we did not lose you that day. Thankful that I still get to share time with you dad. To all the families who have been affected but an accident, illness or death we remember and pray for you everyday

  14. Thinking of & missing my Dad today whose death is still very hard for me to accept. He died on August 16, 2016, after developing mesothelioma – a horrible cancer resulting from asbestos exposure on the job. No one should lose their life from trying to provide for their family.

  15. To my father Lawrence David Lingard who passed away in November 17, 2009 from Mesothelioma. A horrible painful disease that took you from Merle and all of us.
    You are missed.

  16. June 30 2016 the day you where run over by a delivery driver while you where out side taking a break is the day the grand kids lost their inspiration and our kids lost their friend and confident and I lost the wonderful wife of 39 years who is my sole mate. She has been in hospital since that day with catistrofic brain injury the hospital did not think she would live and never breath on her own but she has proved them wrong she has so much brain damage she does not move right arm or leg and only opens left eye but is a blank stare I have been to see her EVERY day and will continue to do so even though she does not know who or what I am I love you with every part of me Kate your husband Kenny

  17. Wendell – my much-loved husband who passed away recently from mesothelioma cancer, caused by exposure to asbestos in the workplace. Remembered with love by Scott/Suzanne, Larissa, Aidan, Kieran, and Chloe.

  18. It is 7 weeks today that you passed away from Mesothelioma. You often told me that I was your inspiration, but you are truly mine Dad. Your strength, your courage and your calm and peaceful acceptance of a diagnosis given and being told you would have little time left with your family. You left behind a wife of almost 50 years, 2 daughters and 4 grand-daughters who adore you as their greatest Papa ever! It all happened so fast and has left us with a gaping hole in our hearts and our lives. You are very much loved. And you are very much missed every single day. We love you Dad. Elaine

  19. There is not a day goes by that you are not missed and loved by your son and me. It has been 32 years since that tragic day and the pain of our loss is still in our hearts and minds.

  20. The memories of you hugging me tight, Are washed away in ocean tide.
    Now you only come in my dreams,I see your face as light as cream.
    The eyes, lips and height of yours, Remind people I’m yours.
    I miss your loving smile,Which is now only in your picture closed file.
    The bright sun light danced and shattered over my face,Remembering our togetherness that once took place.
    Family turns into tales of the past left with a vague promises of the future neither strong enough to recover what was lost.
    The goodness he has blessed me with, The strength he’s given me to survive, The knowledge he has kindly shared, Through the way he’s lived his life.
    Love you Dad (L)

  21. In memory of Mark who was our High School Football teammate and died tragically while working a summer job at Dofasco in 1972. Never forgotten!

  22. October 20, 1999 is forever etched in my memory. I remember every single thing I did that day because it was the day that you died. My brother we love and miss you still and there is an emptiness that will never be filled. You were so young and had your whole life ahead of you…I often wonder if things were different what your life would be like now.

  23. Remembering a fun-loving uncle who drove a big rig on short haul trips. He was lost through the careless, over-tired driving of another. My uncle jack-knifed his rig so this other driver wouldn’t be crushed when he veered in front of him. Please be safe for yourself and those around you. This loss left a crater in his partner’s life still to this day.

  24. I miss those days where I used to see you working around the house, when I used to feel protected around you, when our lives were more than just Doctors appointments, caregiving and pain killers. I miss the man you used to be.

  25. Stopping, remembering and mourning a kind, tender and compassionate man…a man of character and strength…a man that lives on like the beautiful flame of our flickering candle…forever in our hearts and souls…our Dad, our friend, and our life example, our Joseph xo

  26. My father Pete Caspersen, April 28th 1990. Thank you for inspiring me to work hard to make a difference the best I can. Erika

  27. To my dear uncle Jorge….taken from his family at the young age of 38, 17 years ago. The pain and absence he left has never subsided. We love you, and miss you.

    To all the workers out there, reading these tributes today – PLEASE work safe. You are not invincible, it CAN happen to you. All it takes is a split second. Never gamble on your safety. If you don’t want to be safe for your own life, do it for your family – your spouse, your children, your siblings, your parents, your family, your friends. They are the ones that will be left behind.

  28. Words could never explain the pain of losing two people l Iove to work accidents. You went off to work one morning and never came back home to me. This type of loss, pain and loneliness is lifelong. So many missed memories we never got to build.

  29. To my father, who taught me everything I needed to know in my life. He was more than just my dad but my best friend. He left us too early at the age of 62 when the cherry picker malfunctioned and he fell. He worked hard everyday for his family, the memories of him will always be there and he will be dearly missed.

  30. To my dear father Gojko, a Serbian immigrant to Canada who worked hard to raise a family along with his wife Stana and create a good start for his two boys. We thought he was safe at work – what could be safer than working in a high school? – but the school basement was full of loose asbestos insulation that the custodial staff breathed 12 months a year. He died after six painful months of battling mesothelioma. After he was laid to rest, we raised hell about this deadly material that Canada proudly – PROUDLY – exported all over the world. They said Canadian asbestos was safe. They lied to all of us. Rest in peace, dear father.

  31. Electrocuted on the job at a young age of 21 leaves behind a young 10 mth old baby boy and a young mother and comlaw wife an accident that should of nevered happened still miss you dearly

  32. A cherished son and brother who was killed January 2008. He was in the bunk of the tractor trailer truck while his partner who was driving went off the road in Kenora, Ontario.
    When our loved ones go to work each day we assume they’ll come back home to us at the end of their day. However from all the tributes here we see that that is not always the case. So make sure your last words are always kind otherwise you may live to regret them. Carolyn Cote

  33. A loving Father, a wonderful Son, Brother and Friend. Taken too soon by asbestosis. And a tribute also for the six others who worked with him and also succumbed to this disease.

  34. This is my Grandfather, although not specifically a Canadian incident. I would like pay a small tribute to a man I never met. Born in the late 1800’s , Served in the Royal Field Artillery in the Great War, Loos, the Somme etc. then worked in the coal mines of South Wales for 30 years including through the Second World War. He was killed underground 2 days before he was due to retire at 65 in 1949. We only have a few photos and his living memory died when my mum passed 5 years ago. “Your tools are on the bar”

  35. Things happen so fast….a fraction of time….in a split second….its so fast you cant even put it in perspective.

    I know this from first hand experience, on May 10th 2004 I was pulled into a machine lathe at 10:30 am in the morning. I had my guardian angles looking out for me that day…

    Thankfully I have always been a bigger guy and was able to over-come the spindle of the machine and I stripped the gears in the gear box as I was fighting for my life knowing what the outcome could be.

    I was 20 years old,…three years into my apprenticeship for tool and die.

    It was a life changing experience….I’m now 32 and it still hurts to move my shoulder.

    Be Safe, Be Careful, Be Aware.

    -Benjamin Norman.

  36. June 21, 1983 – It was the first day of summer. I had just finished writing my last grade 10 exam. I was sitting in the kitchen when my mom came home early from work to get her suitcase for an out-of-town business conference. She worked in the co-op placement office at Lambton College. She put her suitcase in the trunk and kissed me good-bye, saying “be good for your dad”. Those were her last words to me. Her life (as well as her two colleagues) was taken a few hours later on the 401 just outside of Woodstock. There are no words to describe what it felt like to lose my mother that day. I survived without her and have spent my life living it the best way I know how, and when I get to experience a joyful moment (like my daughter get married and becoming a mother, or my son starting up his own business ) it is with a bittersweet feeling knowing that my mom missed out on so many joyful moments. I try to live every day in a manner that make her proud…trying to be the best person I can be…just like she did. Thinking of you on this “Day of Mourning”, and always xoxo

  37. We express our sincere condolences to all of you who have lost someone you love in a workplace fatality. At 3TEC Inc we remain committed to ensuring our company never has to deal with such tragedy.
    Beverley and Sheldon, Health and Safety Committee

  38. October 28th, 2016 will by far be the worst day of our lives. Joey was my brother, friend and mentor. Ive found this difficult writing anything about you because I wish not to accept it. It would be selfish of me though not to honour such a great man, you truely were the best. I will do my best to honor you daily and make it my life goal to help teach your boys what it is to be a man and take care of family. Until we meet again brother.

  39. Everyone should feel safe at work. God bless the lives that have been lost. To all employers, work safe and smart. So everyone can see their family.

  40. To a cherished son who was taken from his family too soon due to a job related accident, Aug. 2015.
    We hold dear the loving memories of the 39 special years we shared. Your legacy lives on in your three boys as we can see a little of you in them as their personalities grow and develop.
    Miss YOU daily, Remember YOU always, LOVE YOU FOREVER. xo

  41. Originally from Scotland Son of Margaret and Kenneth Fleck, came to Canada met his wife Cori in Picton. They married and had two great daughters Bryn and Lauren. Russell was a carpenter and left his mark on many furniture pieces, homes, and buildings in the County and around the GTA. I worked along side him for years on many projects, one in particular my house,i am reminded of him daily as i pass through my home he helped create. He is missed every day and fondly remember by all who knew and loved him.
    “The rank is but the guinea’s stamp,
    The man’s the gowd for a’ that. ”
    Robert Burns

  42. Kyle, not a day goes by that you are not in my thoughts. Too young. Too soon. The question remains unanswered…..why? Your life journey was not over. You still had so much to accomplish. You still had more mischief to cause. You were still very much needed in all our lives. Yes…..left foot goes in front of right. We are moving forward. We are living. We are even laughing. But you can still see…….the pain. The pain of laughing over something and turning to share it with you. Yet you’re not there. The pain of watching your girls wanting to turn to you for a shoulder and open arms…..yet you’re not there. Being excited over some news and wanting to see your reaction….yet you’re not there. But we are. These workplace accidents are not acceptable. Families should not have to endure this agony, this deep sense of loss. The mission continues to raise awareness. In this small way you are honoured along with countless others who tragically lost their lives. You are honoured by the stories that we all share. You are honoured by the laughs we share over your antics. But we are honoured to have been a part of your life. Continue to watch over your girls. Continue to leave them signs. May they always feel your loving arms around them. Rest in peace sweet angel ❤️

  43. It inspires me that people care and wish to promote safety in the work place. I thank you all for this from the bottom of my heart!!!!

  44. For my brother Kyle who is missed beyond words.
    November 12 1986 – October 11 2011.
    There isn’t a day that goes by that your not thought of. You will forever be in the hearts of everyone you met. We’ll never forget that tragic day… a careless, preventable accident which was no fault of your own has left a gaping hole in the hearts of everyone who loved you. I wish you never went to work that day.

    RIP Kyle.

    Thinking of every life lost due to a workplace accident… it happens far too often:(

  45. No death is easy but when a life is taken due to work place negligence it is the most devastating. My brother suffered a horrible work place death and is soooo missed. Not a day goes by that we don’t think of him. I came to your rescue so many times but this was one time I was helpless. Love you always and forever Stephen.

  46. For my Big Brother. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. You deserved so much more in life. A life that was cut short because of an unsafe work place. 44 was too young to leave this world. You will forever live on in my heart. I miss you big brother. xoxo

  47. To my big brother,
    How can this be? It’s been 6 months since I’ve last seen your face. Each day I wake up once again to this devestating reality. I try and convince myself that this can be undone, that somehow this was a mistake. But instead the shock just continues to overwhelm me. I am forced to learn how to live life without you in it, yet it’s so unacceptable. These sickening butterflies will never go away.
    To watch the love of your life go through this is disturbing and unjust. She lost her heart, her laughter and the father of her 2 children. When my nephews say “daddy” it should be because you walked through the door, not because they are pointing at a picture of you. We all miss you so so much. We talk about you every single day but it’s never enough.
    Abel remembers so many things you taught him in the less than 4 years he had you. He’s still your biggest fan. Ollie has so much of your mannerisms and sometimes looks just like you that it’s striking.
    Jaymie is giving every piece of her to power through this for the boys, I know how proud you must be. But her heart is so badly wounded.
    I can’t believe my son will also grow up without you, his uncle. You would have been one of his favourite people. Everybody loved you and everybody misses you. This should have never happened. My heart aches for everyone writing a tribute. Everyone whose life changed so drastically and unexpectedly like ours. I am deeply sorry for not only your loss but for what your loved one lost as well.
    We long for the day til we get to see you again and won’t stop missing you in the meantime. Not for one second.
    Love you all the world Joey

  48. The moment you left the house, you never imagined it would be your last, but I remember all that have lost their lives, rest in peace till the lord comes.

  49. Today marks an important day. It’s just one additional day that I remember my older brother. One day, one’s days events and we no longer get to spend time together. So many things went wrong that could have been avoided! Now I spend time trying to educate, teach and promote today and everyday being safe in the workplace- in any way I can. I hope that by just one of my actions, another family will not have to experience such loss.
    You’re always remembered by your loving sister and your brother in law & nephew who you never got to meet.

  50. To the best person I knew. Your life was cut short too early. You were the best father, husband and friend to everyone. It has been many years since you left on that night to go to work and never came back and I miss you like it was yesterday. I will always miss you and love you.
    your daughter A

  51. For my brother, my go-to-guy and my best friend. You were taken from us far too soon doing something you’ve done a million times. There is a void in our family that will never be filled! Miss your teasing, your sense of humour, your laugh, your smile, hearing your voice and your unconditional love and support! We remember you today and always! You will never be forgotten and forever loved! Until we see you again…. xo

  52. My beloved nephew. Who left his family before his 40th birthday in august 2015. When falling from a second story roof. Your shining light is missed on earth but your shining star is forever in our hearts. We love you forever. Xxoo

  53. You were an amazing husband, loving father and devoted brother. You worked so hard at making sure everyone’s needs were well looked after; and that everyone was happy. You taught us all to always give the best of ourselves…and to care deeply for those around us. Your silly sense of humour (laughing at your own jokes) still brings smiles to our hearts whenever we think of you or speak your name. You are not gone…we feel your presence forever beside us…as we walk this journey…trying to see life from your ever positive perspective. Love forever; Loon…Little Fox

  54. My tribute is for my husband Barry who died 20 years ago this December while working as an underground miner. He left behind his two children ages 6 and 8 at the time. There is not a day goes by that we do not think of him even 20 years later. In one day life changes forever……

  55. My tribute is dedicated to my husband, who while working (framing a home) fell of a roof of 33′ h that left him paralyzed for life. My daughter (10 months old at the time) won’t ever play soccer with him but at least she still has her daddy around. My heart goes out for everyone killed or injured while working. Not only the individual but the whole family’s life is changed forever.

  56. My dad went to work July 14 2006 at westcast in wingham he was crushed between the furnace lid and cart and died instantly it was a very sad day miss him a lot

  57. In loving memory of my father, who was electrocuted while repairing downed power lines in a rain storm 37 years ago.
    You are forever in my heart.
    I love you.
    – Tracy xox

  58. A Boilermaker from the age of 19, and incredible career… exposed to asbestos. Died July 21, 2016.

    No one should die that way.
    Love you, Dad. Miss you.

  59. To my friend Barry, who has just recently lost his battle with lung cancer. ..Although our paths have not crossed lately you were in my thoughts often and you will be missed. Breathe easy my friend,,,respectfully yours George

  60. This tribute is in memory of our dear friend , David Gallagher. David was 29 years old. On February 23, 2012 he died tragically in a Crane accident. He left behind the love of his life , and their unborn child. His baby girl was born just 2 short months after his passing, and she looks more and more like him every day. He also left behind his loving family who have missed him every day , every hour , and every minute of the last 5 years. We miss David’s visits to our house, we miss his laughter, we miss his smile, we miss all that was “David Gallagher”. David was one of my son’s best buddies. Our son looked up to him , and they shared many happy times together. David passed away doing what he loved to do , working along side his dad and his brother. We feel so blessed to have known David, and we celebrate his life and all the happy memories on milestone days throughout the year. David is in our hearts always . Love from the Barnes family. xoxo

  61. This is for my husband Jamie. He suffered a brain injury 4 years ago when he was struck in the head at work. With each passing year its gets harder and harder for my children to remember their dad from before the accident. We no longer get to do all the fun things normal families get to do like go to water parks, amusement parks or anywhere its bright or too loud. He struggles every day with memory, confusion and pain issues that often leave my children in the role of parent. Years of therapy, doctor’s appointments, never ending new medications and financial worries take a toll on everyone in the family. All we want is to start feeling like we can move forward and know that the rug is not going to pulled out from under us again. I try to not get upset that WSIB just made our life harder than it already was.
    My heart goes out to everyone who has been injured or lost a loved one. Whenever I get down about our life I remember I could have lost him that day.

  62. Thirty years ago, on the morning of June 5, 1987 John Leslie Hatfield, an employee of York Region, died on the job. He was a dad of three grown children, a grandfather of 3 grandchildren and a devoted husband to Josephine (Jennie) Hatfield (who took her life two weeks after his death). Les Hatfield (my dad) was a generous, considerate, loving and hardworking man. He was born and raised in Nova Scotia.

    Each and every day, we think about him, and we remember him. He loved life. He was and is my hero, always.

    Love from Karen, Sandy and Aaron

  63. My son justin was
    On April. 11.2011
    Not goes by that i don’t think about him he will be missed by a lot of people. Gone.too soon but not forgotten

    Love mom

  64. My father lost his life over 8 years ago after a long battle with scleroderma from exposure to silica dust in the work place. He is very missed by all. I love you dad, sara

  65. On February 8th 2002 i had my left hand crushed off and lost 3 fingers off my right hand in a 15 ton press accident. From the get-go WSIB workers worked with my wife and resolved any issues regarding my care and my benefits. They were extremely helpful, understanding and compassionate in my care. These people do not get enough recognition for what they do for the seriously injured and should be commended at every opportunity such as this day of mourning. I cannot begin to express my gratitude to them for all the ongoing assistance i’ve had over the past 15 years.

  66. Life will never be the same for my father who was injured while at work, he lost his fingers and has suffered Post Traumatic Stress Disorder as a result of this. I wish this can all go away and he can live his life like it once used to be. I am forever grateful that he is still alive. We mourn the loss of those who never made it back home after their shift had ended.

  67. My younger brother/bestest lil buddy Never came home after work on a Friday I’m still wondering each day when we can turn wrenches together or go riding and fishing and hunting bro. All of ur family and friends miss u so very much each and every day and miss ur hard work ethics helping on the farm. U were always such a hard worker and had such a wonderful personality. Matt I will always remember u and what u did for me throughout my life wish u were here bro. U had such a big heart Matt and u were the toughest guy I new. Wish u could see the kids running around and teach them some of ur tricks u were a excellent millwright /carpenter and uncle. Oct 4th 1988-sept 9th 2016

  68. WSIB is hypocritical in the way they have turned against injured workers. WSIB is for the EMPLOYERS, not the workers.

  69. WSIB is hypocritical in the way they have turned against injured workers. WSIB is for the employees, not the workers.

  70. My dear son in law… No words can ever express my deepest sorrow the day u left us…. My heart aches… Number one I miss you.. Loved you like my son….You treated my daughter like a princess. .. Always.. So many memories of u and Jaymie as young people, and I will cherish all of them. U grew together and became this amazing family .. My heart breaks that Abel and Oliver will have a hard time remembering what an awesome hands on father you were and how much u really got into playtime.. U were the best lion King dad after ever!! Now that I sold my home that you were so much apart of, I am realizing you are gone and you are not coming back and our lives are forever changed. …. I will always hold u dearly in my heart until I meet u again my sweet son in law xoxoxo

  71. Joey – my heart is still and will always be broken when I think of you and that dreadful phone call. I was parked in my car in a parking lot and I drive by that parking lot almost every day and you come to mind and the rush of sadness is so overwhelming that I need to try to avert it. When I was helping your wife with some chores in those first few days and I picked up your work pants to throw in the wash all I could think of was how you were such an amazing worker and provider who probably enjoyed putting on those work pants and going to a job you loved doing because of the people you worked with who all enjoyed you as much as we all did. I also thought that you would have been so proud to be “that man”. . .who loved his family and lived for them and going to work was something you did to provide the best you could for them and how you loved being that person. Those work pants were such a solid piece of you and who you were, the best employee anyone could hope to have on staff and the best provider for your family. Your friend all looked up to you and it was easy to see why. You were such a positive influence on everyone around you and it breaks my heart to know that your boys will never see the kind of person Joey Fancey was but I am sure will be reminded often by those who loved you. The statement I heard repeated by so many was “Joey was such a conscious worker who took safety to the next level”. This was obvious when your son Abel talked about the things his Daddy taught him and I am sure many others. Rest in Peace my sweet nephew and you are forever in my heart. I love you Joey. Aunt Caroline

  72. It has been 14 years this May when we lost you to a work place accident. You are greatly missed by your wife, children and grand-children. Love you Dad….Michelle xxoo

  73. One weekend we were celebrating, the next week we were mourning. You taught us a lot of things, but the biggest lesson you taught us was to not take anything for granted – we can lose it all in an instant. Always on our minds and always in our hearts. Love you Grandpa.

  74. The most stressful workplace within large urban centers. Let’s appreciate their presence in making our daily commute safe, and remember those individuals that had risked their lives.

  75. One night everything is normal. Saying good bye over the phone before bed …. I love you, see you in my dreams! Falling asleep thinking I had everything I ever wanted in life. Only to wake in the morning having nothing left, those words I love you, see you in my dreams! the last I would ever hear.
    My Donny was a truck driver, home few days out of a month. Every minute together, every phone call was always special. One Wednesday night while hauling a load from Montreal to Toronto, the love of my life, was shot and killed, his truck stolen, the load sold and my husband and his truck left in a parking lot.
    Donny was an amazing man who would give the shirt off his back to anyone that needed it. He was always buying meals for homeless people he would meet on his runs, always coming home with things for the children in our area that had less than he did.
    He was an amazing father to our son, they were best friends and always together when they could be. If the two of them were not on the road together, they were in the yard playing with the dirt bikes or snow mobiles.
    Donny was my Best Friend, My Soul Mate, he was my world. With out him, for the past almost 11 years, my world has been dark and gloomy and will never be the same again.
    He was out there driving that transport, not just to feed and support his own family, but helping everyone make sure they had what they needed when they walked into a store. Now, my Donny drives the Skyways and protects his family from above.

  76. To an amazing young man I never had the chance to meet. He’s on my mind every single day as I learn more about his life and the kind, hard working, loving person he was. All of my love and respect goes out to the Keunen family.

  77. Since that horrible day Oct 28/2016 and getting the phone call no mom ever wants to get…..Life has and will be forever changed without you with us….There’s not a day goes by that I don’t think about you or look at your picture …I don’t know if my tears will ever stop….Or if my heart will ever stop hurting knowing I can never talk to you or see you and your big beautiful smile….I sent you a message that morning and I still sometimes look to see if you will maybe somehow answer….Joey you were the greatest son a mom could ask for…A happy go lucky individual that had the charisma that attracted everyone to you…Your charm and wit entertaining to all….You were a great protector and provider with the strength of hurcules…You left forever the most impressionable impact in many peoples lives….the wonderful stories your friends and co workers told me…You left us far too soon ….My heart is forever broken… I miss you so much
    Love Mom

  78. 28 years ago you were 16 years old and we thought we lost you. Months in the hospital. Years recovering at home. Today you are 44, you don’t let anything stop you and are still here being the brother and son we all thought we almost lost.

  79. No one should go to work to support their family and not return home to them. Joey kissed his family goodbye the morning of October 28, 2016 not knowing this would be the last time his lips would touch their skin. Joey was the hardest worker I knew. He was a perfectionist. He wanted to teach his two very young boys the importance of work ethic and what a mans role is when supporting a family. Joey took workplace safety very seriously because not returning to his family was his biggest fear……
    This day in age an accident like the one that took Joeys life should NEVER happen.
    Joey, you will forever hold a very special place in my heart. I love you and your beautiful family beyond measure. We will forever honour your memory. Your boys will always know what an amazing man their daddy was. Forever missed my friend xoxox

  80. August 2011 , the day my world crumble , Chris my best friend the father of our two small children , was crushed by a skid steer , I will never forget that day I was first told he was fine just a broken leg I rushed to the hospital to be with him to find out our last words were the moring he left he kissed us all goodbye I said I love you he said the same, I didn’t know how I would tell our 5 year old you wouldn’t be home , I felt empty and lost , I still feel lost we talk about him everyday so our youngest will know him she was only 6 months old , and looks just like him , I just hope that during our inquest the mistakes made by the company and driver Never happen again it won’t bring him back But maybe save others my heart still aches everyday as I raise our children and hug them when they have a bad day ,gone but not forgotton my bf my other piece of me Chris

  81. Our world changed October 4th 1999.
    I was so lucky to have known you but mostly to have been your wife. You were the best dad to our children. Thinks changed so much. Our daughters were so young. They will never get a chance for you to walk them down the isle. You will miss out on being a grandpa. All because you were crushed to death at your work. Those were the hardest words I had to hear. ” Mrs. Baker there’s nothing more we can do” . I didn’t understand those words at first. I also did not know how to tell our kids you were not coming home. I also did not know how to tell your mom her first born has passed. It was a blur with having to make plans for your goodbye. Can we really say goodbye. Even after almost 18 years you are always in our hearts. I make sure your memories are alive with our children and some day our grandchildren. You were loved by so many and will always be. I loved you more then life and even though I have moved forward with another man I could not love anyone like you. We are blessed that we have had you in our lives even for a short time. We love you forever.
    Love your forever wife Marilyn and your children Charlotte and Delta.

  82. At 42 you lost your battle to cancer. I miss you everyday and I pray that one day no one else loses their life because of a job. I love you dad.

  83. June 22, 2016 is the date that will forever mark the day the world became darker, as the light you shared with all around you was put out. You went to work and never made it home. Not a day has passed since then that you have not been in everyone’s thoughts who knew you. Since your 7 year old son has been able to see you. To hug you and tell you he loves you. It’s so unfair and it’s so wrong. Nobody should go to work and not get to go home at the end of the day. I promise to continue raising your son the best that I can. I promise to keep you alive in our home and hearts forever. I wish we never knew how it feels to lose someone we love in a workplace accident and I pray no one else ever has to know how it feels either. Rest In Peace Johnathan.

  84. As I sit here for the second year and I have to write this tribute I am reminded of how lucky I am to still have you here. My children still have a father, I have a husband, our parents have their son and our brothers and sisters still have their brother. I know that Other families haven’t been so lucky. My heart breaks for them every single day. Why us? Why them? Why anyone? There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about the what ifs! To others looking in they see the loss of a limb. To us you have lost so much more.

    You lost your self confidence, your ability to provide for your family, our future plans to own a home and your future dream of being a firefighter, not to mention your mental health. my heart breaks to see you struggle everyday both mentally and physically. To all of the families dealing with injury and loss I am so so sorry, we will never stop fighting to protect our workers, we will never stop fighting for injured workers, and we will never stop fighting for accountability for the workers we have lost, family members and friends. All my love to my husband. Keep fighting my love ❤️ and all my love to the Fancey Family ❤

  85. October 28, 2016 will forever be the worst nightmare of my life. Your tragic death shattered my heart and has truly taken the wind out of my sail. So many lives have been affected by the loss of YOU. You were taken from us far too soon in a workplace accident that should NEVER have happened. Almost 6 months later and none of us can make any sense of this tragedy….we NEVER will understand why this happened to YOU. You were the sweetest most beautiful man inside and out. You touched so many lives during your short 32 years. You left a lasting impression with everyone, young and old. You were the guy everyone looked up to and everyone aspired to be like. It is so unfair that you don’t get to enjoy your 2 beautiful little boys. At almost 4 and almost 18 months old, they could never understand what happened to their Daddy and why he doesn’t come home anymore. My heart aches for your wife and 2 little boys, every time I look at them. Your life was perfect at 32 with your perfect family. You were exactly where you wanted to be at 32, enjoying your beautiful family. So many many broken hearts left behind who will NEVER EVER forget Joey Fancey…..the kindest good-hearted man anyone had the pleasure and luxury of meeting. Love and miss you every single day with tears that never fade. Forever in my heart.

  86. For my dad who died in the mines and left behind his wife 5 kids and his family. Such a big loss !
    We miss you so much everyday!
    Love you ..till we reunite again xo

  87. It may be 6 months later, but the tears still flow and my heart still aches for your family. Your fairytale came to a tragic end that day with no rhyme or reason. May your boys and wife always remember what a fantastic guy you were and hold on to their precious memories forever in their hearts.

  88. I personally have no reason to pay any tribute to any labourers, but, I have read in the news some time ago that a few Chinese labourer died in work-injuries resulting in death. So, I am writing to say human rights you need to keep up with the workers death toll globally. There are also workers in the GCC who are treated unfairly most often, or domestic workers who migrate to different parts of the world, not all causes death, but all are treated unfairly in their jobs. So let us gather together and send a message to Ottawa, Washington D.C., Brussels, Brasilia, Abu Dhabi, and London that such acts of unfairness will not be tolerated by the people of the world.

  89. October 26, 2006 will forever remain a vivid recollection of the loss of a best friend, son and overall exceptional man. Calvin was always there for any one of his friends; leaving his footprint on their hearts. He was on the job w his best friend (my ex) and was hoisting up a piece of eavetrough that was far longer than it should have been. The peice buckled and the end struck a live wire nearby and ultimately changed everything forever. I know I could have lost my bf as well at the time, however Calvin was the most selfless being that I know he sacrificed himself for his best friend’s. He was not involved, had no kids was just a free spirited guy who everyone referred to as “newf”. This horrific accident only took one life that day…but destroyed so many as well. Senseless death is never easy to comprehend, being a widow myself at the age of 33 I know full well the devestation that ensues. Love and light to everyone. Xo

  90. My heart breaks for you, your incredible wife and your two beautiful little boys who will never get the chance to live a life with their amazing Daddy.
    You touched so many lives in your short life. I will forever remember you and the way you made the world a better place.

  91. I never even knew this day existed and now it is a huge day in our families lives. Also happens to be 6 months to the day since you left for work and never came home. To say I miss you would never be enough. My whole heart and self aches for you every single second of every single day. It sickens me to know our boys won’t know there amazing dad. I will keep your memory alive but I shouldn’t have to. Nobody should get killed at work. I love you forever and ever. I will never understand why this happened to the most beautiful human I have ever known.

  92. Not one day has passed where I haven’t thought about you and your family. My heart still hearts and my tears are still present. You were an incredible man who lost your life so tragically and now there’s an empty space in all of our hearts forever. Rest in peace Joey ❤

  93. For my Papa who passed away, on my 10th birthday, due to cancer from asbestos exposure in the workplace. I wish I’d had the chance to know you better but am thankful for the time we had.

  94. Jake was an amazing man. always there for his friends and family. as soon as they needed him he would drop what he was doing and be there in an instant. a very kind caring man who was loved by many. Jake met an unfortunate fate when he was electrocuted in a workplace accident. The whole town was devastated that such an amazing young man, aged 24, could be taken soo soon in such a horrible way. on this day i light a candle for you and remember all the good times we had, all the memories we made, all the times you were there. Jake you are missed so much and i am soo sorry you had to go the way you did. but you’re now looking over everyone of us, here with us in spirit. and i thank you for being in our lives. <3

  95. My sister had so much to look forward too. She was 29 and planning her wedding and her future that was going so well. We went out wedding shopping and for dinner the night before her accident. The night was full of laughter and excitement and future plans. Elaine went to work the next day and never came home. A fall from a scaffold took my sister and my best friend away from me. I haven’t been able to even talk about it since the funeral because it’s just too hard. I miss her and would give anything to have her back.

  96. This is for my dad, who ironically would have celebrated his 66th birthday on April 28th of this year, however he succumbed to Lung Cancer in August of 2016 caused by asbestos from working on construction jobs for 40 years.

  97. My dad is my hero. He was forever changed when he got into a serious collision with a drunk driver who backed out of his drive way right in front of my dads freightliner. My dad that I had growing up died that day. The man I know now is not my dad but only my father. My family lost everything that day. It tore us apart. As I now have gotten older and am going threw one of the toughest times of my life with my own workplace injury I respect the strength my dad had for me and I’m doing my very best to overcome my own recovery. I miss you so much dad but I know that it’s not your fault and I know it’s alot to carry alone. I will always be here for you as you are for me. I love you Dad your my hero and together we will both recover

  98. I don’t think people truly understand the importance of this day. Neither did I, in fact I didn’t even know it existed, until 2008. You see, in December of 2007 my best friend, my partner, my fiancé, my love, my life was pinned between a backhoe and a tractor (truck). He was in Sunnybrook Hospital for 8 days before he succumbed to his injuries. This could have been prevented if the operator of the backhoe (also owner of the company) had of just turned the machine off before climbing out “to help Wayne”. I can tell you, Wayne knew what he was doing. He had done this work for over 35 years with never an incident.
    It is time that we as a society, and our Government, steps up and makes workplace safety a top priority. This has to stop, NOW!
    Wayne, I will do everything in my power to keep other safe. I love and miss you so much, every day. You have a little grandbaby now, and I know that you will guide him to do right and be safe. Missing you always xoxoxo

  99. August 11, 2010 was the worst day of my life. The second worst was July 27, 2010 when Dad was diagnosed with Mesothelioma. A man should never ever have to risk his life to support his wife & two daughters, buy a house, feed his family. A man with the courage of a lion & the strength of one-hundred men….my hero, my dad. A tiny, microscopic piece of ASBESTOS took him away from us…..who knows how many years it lay dormant in his lung…..

    While his pain & suffering was intense & unbearable, I am so grateful it wasn’t lengthy. We were able to say our ‘good-byes’….So many friends & family came to say, “good-bye”. The overwhelming support was bitter-sweet to witness…..

    But, it should not have happened!!!! He should be here! I wish I could make him laugh, again, I wish I could hug him, again. I miss his laugh….. & his BBQ potatoes….Thank God his pain & suffering ended, but my pain (& my family’s pain) is never-ending. Almost six years later & I miss him terribly…..some days, the sadness is overwhelming……

    I miss you, Dad. I love you so much, ‘Always & Forever’…..

  100. R.I.P. Ryan Pearce.. 19yr old killed underpinning a house that collasped as he was in the basement. the boss @company never followed the codes, now we are left with sadness/pain/hurt/loss@why cause of someone stupidness. fly high ryan we all miss u deeply. my was soon to be son n law, our family are destroyed by this.but we will fight, we r ur voice. safety at any work place is a many young@older lives have been taking from what could of been avoided… safe

  101. Jake was an amazing, honourable guy. He was always putting others before himself, and always tried his hardest to make people smile. Everytime I saw Jake he was telling a story about something crazy he did that week, or how he had to fix something on his truck. He always managed to light up every room he entered. After Jake passed many stories came out about how he always went out of his way to help anyone in need of a helping hand, or how great a friend he was, always listening and offering support. And I can’t express how wonderful it was to have those stories to help us get through that painful time. Jake truly was an amazing guy, and I am so proud that I can call him my big brother.
    I miss you more and more each day. Love you big brother. ❤️⚡️

  102. My world, my hero, my best friend, and my inspiration. Although I was so young and don’t remember you at all, I love you more than anything in the entire world. The day you left was the day my life changed forever. From what i know, I want to be exactly like you. You were a kind, loving, inspiration to many people who love you so much. I want you to know how much you mean to me. I want you to know that even though you ante not physically with me you are with me every breath I breath. I also want you to know this, you are and always will be and amazing father, husband, son, brother, and friend. The day you left was not the day you stopped being with me. It was the day I learned to love you so much, enough to know you are always with me no matter what. I am so proud and honoured to be your daughter. You have changed the way I see life, and for that u thank you. I love you and miss you with all my heart.

  103. I’n memory of Carlo who died at work on May 4th, 2001. He went to work and never returned home. He is missed by his wife Maria his children Ilena and Edward and his grandchildren, Madelyne, Jenna and Liam. He will always be loved and he will forever be in our hearts.

  104. A brother, friend and rolemodel to so many people. You were taken way too soon. Missed greatly by everyone who met you big guy.

    August 22nd 1991 ~ November 24th 2015. ❤️⚡️

  105. My father was such a hard worker, he worked long grueling hours to support his family and never complained once…. He inhaled asbestos and died a horrible suffering death. I love you Daddy and I Miss you so much. I pray and think of you everyday. Luv from your daughter.

  106. Mourning the loss of workers’ life while doing their job. Also mourning the loss of benefits and the loss of dignity for injured workers. Mourning the loss of the compensation system in Ontario, and hoping justice, dignity and compensation for injured workers will return one day!

  107. March 8 2013 was a cool crisp Friday and I was looking forward to spending the weekend with my wife planning our upcoming road trip for my 30th birthday. I was working on the last concrete pour of the day at a construction site in downtown Hamilton. We were pouring concrete off of scaffolding into a 10 foot high Sono tube, and when the pour was finished I proceeded to climb down the ladder of the scaffold. As I climbed down the ladder I suddenly felt a stabbing pain in my left side, the pain was so intense that out of shock I let go of the scaffold. The weight of my body continued to push me down on to a piece of rebar that was sticking out of the ground 5 feet. I was impaled on rebar, and the piece of rebar traveled 13 inches starting from my left buttock and stopped in my lower back. I somehow managed to lunge forward and grab the scaffold, I pulled myself off of the rebar and slid down the rest of the ladder. I remember lying face down in the cold mud thinking to myself, “Is this it Lord!? Is this your great and awesome plan for my life?” I was furious, embarrassed and couldn’t except this as a part of God’s plan for me. When the fire department and ambulance showed up I remember apologizing (typical Canadian EH) and laughing at the guys struggling to pick my 6’6”, 250 lb body off the muddy ground. The ride to the hospital felt like the longest ride of my life, in that moment I prayed like I have never prayed before in my life. I pleaded with the Lord to spare my life to give me another chance. When arriving at the general they rushed me in to my first of many X-rays, Cat scans and MRI’s. The next 8 days at the hospital were filled with doubt, confusion, and the fear of the unknown. Doctor’s were amazed that the rebar hadn’t killed me or paralyzed me, test after test clearly showed that if the bar had shifted 1 millimetre from its original path it would of paralyzed me or killed me. I now live with chronic pain and suffer from severe nerve damage. WSIB has been fighting me every step of the way. The stress of this alone could drive someone to the edge but by the Grace of God he has given me patience grace and love. Some would say luck and science saved my life while I firmly believe only by the grace of God that was I saved. Since the accident, I have given my heart to the Lord and was baptized March 8 2014. God Bless and I will be praying for all of you!

  108. We will be remembering you, not just for this one day, but for all the days and moments that you are not here. For all the big things, and the little things… We remember, and we think of you.

    Your family and friends will miss you forever and beyond.
    You left us way too soon.

  109. To all those who died or were injured while on the job. You/We have the right to a safe work environment and also have a right to refuse work if we feel it’s not safe. One life lost or injured is one life too much. R.I.P

  110. The world stopped on May 9, 2006.

    The day before Mother’s Day, when my parents John and Rosalia D’Alimonte received the news that their only son Rocco age 44 was killed at work by something that could have been avoided.
    The Company’s son-in-law who recklessly backed up an asphalt truck without having a flag man, or proper working back up beepers backed over my brother who was walking
    away from the truck he just parked. The driver of this truck was backing up so fast that there were skid marks on the asphalt before the truck ran over my brother.
    Parents should never need to bury their children.
    Everyday we miss our brother Rocco, we are a family of Nine. Eight girls and One boy. This tragedy has changed our family forever.

    Always in our mind and forever in our hearts, we love you and we will see you again…Ada, Sylvia, Rita, Rina, Diane, Linda, Rosanna, Laura.

  111. On February 11, 1974, my father went to work and as a result of a terrible construction accident did not return home to his lovely wife and his three young children, he was berried alive as a result of a trench collapsing while installing main sewer lines in Dain City, small community outside Welland Ontario.
    Dear Daddy, everyday since that terrible accident, and during each new task and new project and especially at family functions, I wonder what it would be like if you were present, I can still feel the soft skin of your fore head as I played with it while you were sleeping on the sofa the night before your passing, and how I used to love to touch the large veins on the back of your hard working hands, as a very young child I remember thinking that you were old at the age of 41, as time went by and I was reaching the same age I then realized how young and how short your life has been.
    On this day we honor your life Daddy and the life’s of all the individuals that did not make it home to their family’s.
    Thinking of you and wishing you were here.
    Riposa In Pace Mio Caro Tatillo.

  112. Let’s be fair and honour thair claims! They went to work not to get injured. Do not treat them with suspicion or like criminals. They went to work to make Ontario a better place for you and me!

  113. For my dad who died at work in October, 1986. Miss you tremendously and wish you were here with us. You left us too soon. Love, Angela

  114. For D-Jay Bartlett who died December 1st, 2014 along a stretch of hwy. 401 referred to as the Highway of Hero’s while driving his gravel truck. We miss you deeply and think of you each day, we remember how blessed we were to get 32 wonderful years with such an amazing person.

    What though the radiance which was once so bright
    Be now for ever taken from my sight,
    Though nothing can bring back the hour
    Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
    We will grieve not, rather find
    Strength in what remains behind;
    -William Wordsworth

  115. It’s difficult to let you go but I must…
    I must return the gift God gave me…
    Till then;
    See you in Heaven my friend keepem dancing until we get there

  116. For my dear friend, a childhood friend that died 4 years ago in a construction accident. Taken much too soon. I pray for your fiance, I pray for your young children. We miss you!

  117. To my dear uncle, who left us far too early on April 4, 2000 at the age of 38. Killed at work, with less than an hour left on his shift. Gone, but never forgotten. You will always be loved, you will always be missed.

  118. It has been so long, yet not a day goes by that I don’t think of you and miss you terribly, all the milestones, all the wonderful memories that you should have been a part of. Gone way too soon – December 16, 1978.

  119. It has been 1 year and 5 months since we lost you! You are always in our thoughts and prayers. Loved and missed by your family and friends. Love you always, Lest We Forget! Thank you for your Service my love!

  120. In November 1963 my mother came home from school to a living room full of neighbours – all surrounding her mother. Her father was just electrocuted along with a co-worker at the Fittings Factory in Oshawa, ON. My grandmother – who had lived through the depression and World War II, was now faced with her greatest challenge – raising 4 young children on her own. Today I pay tribute to my grandfather – who accepted the offer to stay at work late and died on the job. But I also pay tribute to those left behind – like my grandmother – who carried on in the face of great adversity. Forced to work and lovingly raise my mum and three uncles. All without assistance from the company or government.*

    *Some 30 years after the accident, after advice from a friend, my grandmother was able to receive some retro-active payment from the Province for which she was grateful for.

  121. To my little brother, I will never forget that day of your passing. Loosing you has taken a piece of my heart. I miss you so much little brother. God speed, We love you forever your Family

  122. En hommage à Olivier Bruneau, un jeune homme de 24 ans tué par la chute d’un bloc de glace alors qu’il était au travail, sur un site de construction à Ottawa.
    Un homme pétillant de vie, un décès prématuré à cause d’un employeur négligent. Maintenant, les parents d’Olivier, ses sœurs, sa conjointe ainsi que toute sa famille et ses amis doivent reprendre le fil de la vie en surmontant cette dure épreuve sans jamais comprendre pourquoi… Mes pensées et mes prières sont avec la famille.
    Repose en paix Olivier

  123. The only workers who make it to the public demonstration today, are those affiliated with WSIB claims.
    My father and brother were contract workers , my family members never claimed WSIB – fatalities don’t get public awareness it’s not the WSIB richest governing body of OHS, i worked in field and would love to put my face behind the facts!

    Ministry of Labor was the only good part of OHSA Regs.
    All the rest are puppets on WSIB strings.

  124. To my loving father Frank Juhasz and brother Gavin Juhasz, on October 23, 2002 , loosing both father and son in steam tank explosion.
    Our 2 family members perished in a CONSTRUCTION CONFINED SPACE at a downtown Toronto Energy Plant
    We miss you every day in every way and honor your legacy in our way.

    Double fatality in confined space construction sector still matters when not a WSIB contributor.

    Sharon – the face behind workplace fatality

  125. I am asking our Almighty Father to give us strength to face our tomorrows because I know that Day in and Day out we still think of our loved ones that died during working hours. I am a mother of a 25 year old who lost his life doing pavement work. A life taken too soon.

  126. To our beloved KMB, who went tork and never came home that day. We missed you so much. My life as your mom has been changed forever. and no matter what happens it will never be the same. It has been changed forever. Losing you hurts so much. I love you, KMB. You will remain in my hearts and my mind. Love and miss you, mom.

  127. Twelve years ago today, we lost the most amazing father, husband and hardworking man while working on his job site. Our memories of him can never be forgotten. His love continues to shine, guide and protect us everyday.
    We miss you daddy!!

  128. March 27th, 2015 our world was changed forever when the scaffold my husband and a fellow worker was on, collapsed. My husband was killed instantly. I was blessed the day I met him and to have loved and been loved by him. My husband was a kind man, a.most loving and proud father, grandfather, son and brother. Our granddaughter was blessed with his bright blue piercing eyes and only 3 weeks old when he was killed.

    They say there is a reason. They say that time will heal. But neither time nor reason will change the way we feel. For no-one can possibly know the heartache in our day to day lives or that lies behind our smiles. No-one knows how many times we break down and cry….so we want to tell him something so there is no doubt, he is so beautiful to think of but so painful to live without. He took a part of all of us when God took his hand……

    Your loving wife who will love you till eternity.

  129. ~To all workers who have been injured on the job~
    ~To the families and friends who have lost a loved one~
    ~For loved ones that have not home~
    ~I am thinking of you today~

  130. My dad…went to work May 13, 1986 and never came home. Tragically he died in a construction accident that day. He lives on in my heart and memory but every time I hear of a workplace accident it reminds me of how precious life is. I miss you Dad. XO

  131. I learned of your story through your children and your wife. I think of you often, even though I never met you. I think how difficult it has been for your wife to raise your children alone. She has done a great job and you would be proud.

  132. To my brother who lost his life at work 28 years ago at the young age of 23. The tragedy changed our lives forever. Joe was a beloved son, brother, uncle, nephew, cousin and friend. You will be forever missed.

  133. To my brother who lots his life at work 28 years ago at the young age of 23. The tragedy changed our lives forever. Joe was a beloved son, brother, uncle, nephew, cousin and friend. You will be forever missed.

  134. Here’s to a beautiful, young, vibrant human being that was only 19 on November 18, 1994 when he died in the most horrific and tragic way in the workplace. Not a day goes by you’re in my thoughts forever. RIP

  135. It’s been 33 years since Steve died on the job. He would be so proud of his son and daughter and her children. We all need to be mindful when it comes to our safety, for ourselves and for our loved ones.

  136. Keith,

    Thinking of you on this day down on earth and wishing we could go back to that time when everything was the same as before. Can’t believe how time has flown.. we are all adults now that I know you would be proud of, and you have two amazing grandchildren now who would be very happy to call you their g-pa! I am sure you continue to watch over us everyday.

    We love you and will never forget you Keith!

    xoxo Becca Holt

  137. Paul died as a result of an explosion due to a mining accident on October 26, 1976. Although that was many years ago he is still loved andremembered. He died far too young. Love Kathy and family

  138. We lost our uncle, and brother on July 6, 1990 in a workplace accident in Whitehorse while on duty with Yukon Electric. He continues to be missed, and memories of him will forever be cherished. Never forgotten.
    Ian Stiller.

  139. Our Dad Joseph, your legacy of love, kindness and gentleness lives on in y(our) family and all those whose liv(es) you have touched. .. always in our hearts…and missed every single day <3

  140. In remembrance of a great husband, father and grandfather, who died May 11, 2012 from asbestos cancer which he was exposed to working as an electrician. To this day it still doesn’t seem real. You have missed so many special occasions but we know you are with us in spirit and watching over us. We think of you everyday and miss you always.
    Sending all our love everyday,
    Dolena, Karen, Carol, Darlene, Dawn, Summer, Kyle & Brayden

  141. To a great man, friend, love and father taken too soon at just 26. Our wee man was just 3 months old when we said goodbye. Not a day goes by that I don’t look in his eyes and see your love. Your presence never goes unnoticed. Although you are gone I know we will meet again!

  142. Remembering my partner, Dom, who died as a result of an injury on the job. I think of you every day for the past 10 years.
    To my brother, Dan, who suffered a workplace accident that rendered him paraplegic – your strength, perseverance and resourcefulness are incredible. You are so admired by your many friends and family. xox

  143. I’ll never forget Sunday night when I said good night to my Dad, who thought it would be the last words I would say to him. When he didn’t call home Monday to see if he had to bring home bread we knew something was not right. We went looking for him at the job sites he was working that day and tragically found him pinned under a steel bin. That was 11 years ago and it still feels like it was yesterday. He never met my daughter but she talks about him and loves him as though she knew him all her life. I still run into people that remember my Dad and always say what a great man and worker he was. I am so proud of him.
    I will always love you Dad and miss you each day.

  144. To my husband, this accident haunts me everyday. You are the strongest person I know. The physical and emotional scars may never completely heal but I am so thankful you are still with us. Remembering all of the men and women who have lost their lives going to work just trying to support themselves and their families. You are real heroes. ❤️

  145. In remembrance of a great man who died October 11, 2005 in a workplace accident. You have missed so much since you have been gone, weddings, trips and grandchildren. You were the best Dad we could have ever asked for. We love and miss you everyday.

  146. Remembering my father who died tragically in a workplace accident on May 26, 2003. There is not a day that goes by we do not think of you and miss your quiet presence in our lives.
    I love you and miss you Daddy.

  147. Please remember those who today are at work in unhealthy environments dying slowly,and even they do not know or can stop work, since those who are dead,they are already in the safeties place any human can be.

  148. My dearest Uncle and best friend. A true and kind heart was tragically taken in a workplace accident 11 years ago. I will forever remember the smile that you always wore and the love that you shared with all of those who were blessed to have known you. Rest in peace

  149. Never does a day go by that you are not remembered. Yes, the Herb Gray Parkway in Windsor was built but it cost you your life. You will always be missed by your parents, your sisters, your brother, aunts and uncles, cousins and many, many friends and colleagues at work


  150. Daddy,
    37years year ago this 3 year old little girl’s life was changed forever, her world was shattered, a heart was forever broken to wake up & find out that the man that she called daddy was gone forever.
    There were times that I looked for you thinking you weren’t really dead.
    The pain never goes away. There are still questions that only a daddy can answer will forever go unanswered.
    There are times in my life where all I want is to be held in your arms. I want to run to you or call you to ask questions. I want to play catch, I want to see you smile and to hear you say I love you!
    Daddy I will love you forever & forever you will be in my heart.

    Love your daughter,

  151. I never got enough time with you l,
    You left before I could.
    I saw you in the coffin,
    but I never understood.
    You entered my heart and never left,
    You’re always on my mind.
    Daddy I can’t wait to see you again,
    But God will choose the time.

  152. You were one of my favourite hello’s but my hardest goodbye! Missing our son Adam taken tragically from us at 17 years of age as a result of a workplace accident. This was his first week on the job at his high school co-op placement. Not a day goes by that we don’t think of you. Missing that beautiful smile! It’s hard to forget someone who gave us so much to remember!

  153. Husband, Father,Son , Brother and Friend On Dec.02.2005 we lost one of the best person in this world. We will miss you and love you as long as we live. Rip

  154. My Grandfather was injured at work when I was 10 years old (he was 57). His injuries took him from us long before he had succumbed to them. He lived in a vegetative state for 24 years. Although he was physically healthy, his brain injuries prevented him from living any kind of normal life. Avô, not one day goes by where I don’t think of you. We miss you.

  155. We little knew that morning that God
    was going to call your name,
    In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
    It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
    For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
    You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
    And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
    Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,
    But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

    <3 Forever in our hearts… You are always in our thoughts!!!

    Love always,

    Angelica & Eric Costa

  156. Daddy you left one night so many years ago to go to work. You were the most loving wonderful happy person in the world. The next afternoon was the worst day of our life on October 5, 1970 the most wonderful father husband son brother uncle and friend was killed in a car accident leaving 3 daughter a 31 year old wife and many many broken hearts. I was the eldest of three girls nine year old that had to grow up very quickly I miss my father every day I miss him still. He was a wonderful man and I know this because all the wonderful things that people tell me. I love you daddy and miss you with all my heart I know you are watching over me. Your loving Daughter Angela

  157. There isn’t anything anyone can say to take away the emptiness that was left in our Hearts on November 5, 1988. You are Loved and Missed til the End of Time by Wife and 2 children……….Til we meet again Antonella

  158. I never dreamed I would be writing on this board. You went to work and you never came home. Now my husband is gone from me! I love u and miss u soo incredibly much sexy !
    September 1969- January 2015

  159. A poem in memory of all those who have passed

    Author: Unknown

    I’d like the memory of me
    to be a happy one.
    I’d like to leave an afterglow
    of smiles when life is done.
    I’d like to leave an echo
    whispering softly down the ways,
    Of happy times and laughing times
    and bright and sunny days.
    I’d like the tears of those who grieve,
    to dry before the sun
    of happy memories
    that I leave when life is done.

  160. For my loving brother who was taken from us in a truck driving accident in Ontario, January 2008. He put his life in his partner’s hands and paid the biggest price. Mom, dad and I miss you very much. A day doesn’t go by that we don’t think of you and wish you were here big brother.

  161. Seriously injured in a workplace accident in 1983. Him and his family still live with the impacts of his brain injury and physical disability. Love you dad. CT

  162. Twenty years ago, Tim went to work at his part-time job and died 8 days after his 21st birthday. Tim – many changes have happened to support family members particularly since your death. The community remembers your tragic death. Our family remembers each day. Yesterday with the 4 leaf clovers, your nieces found. They excitedly brought them into the house to share – just as you did so many years ago. They knew you were the one to find the 4 leaf clovers – through the stories we share with them. We all love and miss you each and every day!

  163. Nicholas Lalonde dearly loved son, brother, father and by his grandparents, there is never a second in our lives we don’t think of you! We often mentioned your name and visit you at the gravesite. You have that beautiful smile that would light the room every time you would come thru and always happy go lucky no matter I’d you has good or bad days. You were taking from you family to soon! To all the families who have losted a loved one we will be thinking to all of you.

  164. For my dad… Who died doing what he loved, working.
    A ‘workaholic’ he was known to many. To me he was just my daddy. On October 19, 1995 our lives were forever changed my when our father was killed on the job. Although he may never know how and why this tragedy occurred, we will forever miss our father. Our memories will never be taken.
    Love Amber and Tory

  165. Taken from us on May 13, 1980, leaving behind his wife, three daughters, and a granddaughter.

    Miss you everyday.

    Love Always


  166. On Feb 1,2010 was the day jusses look at my family and safe my husband from the accident he had at work and still safe thank you god …in that day just give my husband a ride at his work place after 15 minutes when I arrived at home I received a phone call from his friend at work to tell that my husband had a small accident in his had but the ambulance came and take him to the hospital …at that moment I felt it’s something big happen to him I told my dad to watch my little girl she was 6months old and I run to the hospital when the emergency room I saw how his legs are covered with blood and just saty strong not to make him feel better…but inside me I was crying tell I call my brother and sister in low to come to the hospital…it’s was his left nee get enjured but until today he suffered from the pin..and always we had argument because I found him this job he just came to Canada I sponsored him and went to the interview went he get this job at the factory…I thank lourd jusses for keeping my husband safe and I feel for those how lost there love ones…F.A..

  167. The common Citizen that buy a house, doesn’t have an idea of the lives lost every year, just to make their dream come true!
    For all those that die building this Canada, the Nation we have today… My respect!!!

  168. I grew up with Tim – public and high school. I remember having to tie Tim’s shoes in kindergarten class. He finally learned to do it himself, and tie his skates as well. He was always playing hockey – high-school team, road-hockey with friends. When I heard the news of a Zamboni accident, and found out it was Tim, I thought he’d be safe. He’s too young. Besides, we live in London – some of the greatest doctors, nurses, specialists, health-care workers in Canada – if not the world. He’d be safe… He will recover…

    My God! How I cried when I heard the news. And at the visitation, Mrs. Hickman hugged and comforted ME!!!! I still cry when I think of him. Even as I type this. Whenever I hear about the Day of Mourning or injured workers, I think of Tim. My heart and prayers go out to his family – how strong they are!

  169. NO ‘1’ More Time
    Average 49 yr. old rural dust farmer from Northern Ontario, 8 Children 7 boys and 1 girl. Winter was for trapping animals for their fur. Summer was haying and gardening. Fall was guiding hunters from Southern Ontario to parts of the mid-west of the USA. But before the Hunt and after haying there was NO time for resting, firewood did not cut and split itself. Firewood had to be gathered to warm the children in the 100 yr. old house they called home.
    None of these occupations have ever been referred to as ‘Safe’ or ‘Big Money Makers’ But this man we will call Roy did them all safely and willingly. The Right tool for the right job he would always say – as long as he could find them and the 9yr old twins and 10 year old had not decided to play farmer in the manure pile then left them there. 9 year old twins and a 10 year old (14 months apart), they were known as the little ones. You could ask the ‘little ones’ what do you want to do when you grow up? Without hesitation ‘A Farmer and a Trapper of course, they sure loved there father.
    1980, no running water in the house, that means no toilet except a pail with a toilet seat by the woodshed door. A double holed outhouse half way to the barn . . . . . . . 2 holed – think about it and don’t ask. Ok let’s see if we have this right –
    7 boys, 1 Girl
    100 year old farm house
    3 different jobs in a year (not counting prep for each)
    1 outhouse with 2 holes
    2 dogs, 1 cat
    Must seem archaic to most these days but back then this family was known as the ones who would help anyone in need FIRST, give there all, ya know. Happy – Always. Always a wave from Roy if you were driving by and he was out front, circled by his body guards ‘the little ones’. At John’s General Store in the next township Roy’s money was ‘No Good’ for ice cream with the little ones, something about a debt that John was still trying to pay back to Roy. Drove your truck in the ditch, most that this happened to , they would walk past 3 farm houses to ask Roy for help. They knew he would.
    Roy would never tell a soul how to live his/her life. If you asked for advice he would not give it to you, he would teach it to you. It is crazy for a man with a grade 3 education but a doctorate in LIFE. One of his best/closest friends was the editor/wilderness writer of a newspaper in the next town.
    Roy was not a ‘I need this/that kind of man’. Roy was content to work till the work was done then tea with his wife and watch the children play. They say he loved all his kids with his whole heart but the ‘little ones’ were something special to him that no one could explain. One of Roy’s favorite things to do was sneaking up behind his Wife Eva while she was peeling potatoes for the family dinner. Family was all Roy wanted and he got lots of it. OK now that you have a little background here we go.
    Sept 22 1980 Eva Peels potatoes while watching the little ones build sand castles, play cowboys and Indians and fight then make up all the while wondering how Roy is doing, he wasn’t feeling well today after being sick for a couple days. Roy was at a friends cutting firewood. Cut for the man who owned the land so Roy would get his cut for free. Imagine getting free heating just by spending a week or so in the bush. His oldest son was helping out as much as he could but today he could not go, he got a overtime shift at the mill. Roy still headed out, work till the work . was done, right. He knew his limitations, had his own pace, did everything safely. Plus, there was always time for a cup of coffee on a stump listening to the animals clump, scratch, chirp, sniff and rustle about. Maybe Roy loved these sounds so much because those were pretty much the same sounds made by the little ones when it was time for bed.
    Evening came – no Roy. Eva was worried, Mothers Intuition, a wife’s Love, or a Gut Feeling, call it what you will. She picked up the party line phone to call a neighbor down the road to check on Roy. Young Danny on the other end said of course Eva, Rural Canada Eh – Good kids. Eva did not drive plus it gave young Danny a reason to leave his farm in his ’62 Camaro he was rebuilding.
    The little ones heard Danny’s car start up, kick rocks, and slide the corner. The Little ones heard there Mom talking so they knew where Danny was going, Dad would be home soon, he will play farmer, maybe cowboy and Indians but never leave the front step and his tea, one more time. Time went by as usual…
    Phone rang silence, then a scream that scared the little ones so bad that goose bumps ran along their arms – scream was followed by Danny’s ’62 Camaro clear the crest about half a mile down the dirt road. The sound the car made was nothing they had ever heard. Before they could get to the bottom of the sand hill Danny was sliding sideways in the driveway. Eva came running from the house with one stride she cleared the whole step. Which must have been had had as she had Polio. Danny throwing the car door open before the Camaro came to a stop, one of the other sons, 16 years old, got to the car before Eva. Thank god. As she saw Danny’s eyes she already knew. The 16 year old boy caught her before she hit the ground. That Scream again welded the little ones feet to the dirt. Their Mom shouted at them to stop fighting or something they had been asked 10 times to stop but it never, ever, ever sounded like that. Danny kneeling at Eva, the 18 year old Danny’s voice seemed lower than usual. Eva was clutching his arm but soon enough their voices were drowned out by the ambulance siren. Danny grabbed Eva and put her in the car plus the 16 year old as the neighbor came over to help because of the screaming. A few words exchanged then that look Eva and the neighbor gave the little ones, a lifetime of sadness expressed in a glance.
    The sirens were louder now, Danny rolled the car around blocked the road, waved at the ambulance to follow then with a rumble ,that made the ground shake under the little ones feet, Eva Danny and the 16 year old plus the screeching ambulance were gone.
    “The Story is that Roy was found crushed to death under his tractor, his finished lunch and an over turned coffee cup only feet away”
    What you call Inspectors/Investigators/Authorities/specialists in their field. In those days the men who ran the safety department of the farm were 5 local farmers. They went to the site the next morning. They solemnly came back to meet with Eva at the farm house and all sat around the kitchen table. No one sat in Roy’s chair. She asked how? ‘’’Pause’’’, Why? They laid out what they found at the site.
    It happened after Lunch. No signs of anyone else in the area except Roy. Roy was using a sloped rock face to reach a ridge with some fresh fallen hardwood. Looks like the slope had taken a beating and started to fracture. A fresh chunk of rock had broken off and Roy had still been going up in the same spot. To the right of the slope and the fractured piece of rock was a very large root system from a wind-blown stump. Roy drove his tractor up the slope ‘one more time’. Something the farmers didn’t know was that that little ford tractor was in the habit of kicking a gear at the worst of times.
    So it is said that when Roy was taking ‘one more time’ the slope the tractor dropped a gear, dropped into the broken slice of rock which would have pulled Roy and the tractor straight down the drop directly down to the old wind-blown stump. Yes the exact stump where Roy ate his lunch one more time.
    One more time it was quiet.
    No ‘one more time’ of tea on the step, playing farmer or cowboy and Indians.
    No ‘one more time’ of anyone asking for Roy’s help because they knew he would.
    No ‘one more time’ for the little ones to have ice cream with their Dad at John’s General store where ‘Roy’s money was no good’
    No ‘one more time’ would he sneak up behind Eva as she peeled potatoes.
    For all of you out there watching, listening or reading please take a bit of time when the task changes and take a look at how one more time will affect you, your family and friends. No ‘one more time’
    Oh ya couple more facts,
    I have a twin brother, I also have a brother who is 14 months older than me, there was 7 boys and 1 girl in my family, I grew up in a 100 year old farm house, I had two dogs and 1 cat, My Dad was the greatest man that I have ever had in my life and his name was Roy.

  170. For my husband & father of my girls, Pascal Goulet , who died July 10, 2014 in a Underground Mine.

    There is not a day that goes by that we don’t speak your name, miss you and wonder what might of been and wish everyday that you would be here with us. To lose a loved one to a work accident is unbelievable. My heart goes out to everyone who has lost a loved one or friend. The pain never goes away but you have no choice but to learn to live with it. Safety is so important make it your # .

    Pascal we miss you and Love you with all our hearts. Melanie, Kayla & Jessica xoxox

  171. A tribute for my dad. He passed on September 17, 2005 at the age of 61 from mesothelioma. A man who never even got colds. A man who never missed work. Taken by a horrible disease that snuck up on him at a time when he should have been planning his retirement. Instead he had to plan his funeral. Having to try and recall when and where he had been exposed to asbestos. It had been 30 plus years before his diagnosis. He had worked for about 3 months in a factory that used asbestos in their products. Asbestos is a nightmare that never ends. It will never be okay that you missed out on so much. I can still remember how your hand felt when holding mine. Love you forever dad. Your daughter.

  172. In Memory of my Dad, Norman Rodger Baker who passed December 3, 1967….the day that forever changed our lives.
    Mom was a widow at the age of 23 with 3 children under the age of 10.
    I love you Dad.
    Love Donna

  173. Transport minister urges patience in crash probe
    Migrant Peruvian farm workers, truck driver from London, Ont., among dead
    CBC News Posted: Feb 07, 2012 8:54 AM ET Last Updated: Feb 07, 2012 10:04 PM ET

  174. Dearest Todd,

    After almost 21 years, I write you this letter to pay tribute to your life, lost too soon due to a workplace accident that we never saw coming. September 22, 1995, we had the most beautiful wedding in our home town of Kincardine. No hitches, no problems, everything was perfect, even a big perfect rainbow to top off our perfect day. A day full of our favorite people and our biggest supporters. A day of laughs, dancing, and yes a few drinks. A hotel room, ransacked by our best friends; the starting of a beautiful life together. I am so grateful for that day. I am so grateful to those who shared it with us.

    The morning of October 27th, 1995, was a morning like many others. The alarm didn’t go off and you were running late for work. A kind of grumpy morning. A kiss and I love you were the last words we would verbally speak to one another. You went on to work and I went on to do laundry and watch Sally Jessey Rapheal. In the middle of the Sally Show, I received a call. The call that would notify me of the unthinkable. When I arrived at the hospital, you were not able to physically speak and my heart wouldn’t allow me the words, so there was a squeeze of the hand, and a thumbs up. I have replayed that morning many times… If I would have known,…if we would have known… if we only knew that these things did not just happen to “other people”….there are so many things I would have said. You fought for 17 days in the Wellesley Hospital Burn Unit, surrounded by family, friends and amazing doctors and nurses. You fought for us and when your time had come, we all knew. We were there and it was a moment of quiet and peace that I do not think I had ever experienced before. You left the legacy of being one of the first to have a certain type of skin transplant and Dr.’s even came from the USA to oversee the operation. From that point on, that type of surgery was an option for others.

    Your loss was a loss to several communities, and brought awareness to the importance of workplace safety. In your convalescence,and passing the communities of Barrie, Orillia, and Kincardine came together to support and pray for you. Our families were surrounded by support. There were letters, cards, donations, poetry, angel pins and books sent to me by friends and people whom we had never met. People who were touched and impacted by your story. The kindness, reflected the kind of light you brought to the world. I am and was so grateful and I know you were too. You were a son, a brother, a father, a husband, a grandson, a cousin and a friend. There were so many people who felt your loss. It represented an awakening about mortality and that bad things sometimes happen to great people.

    At only 20 years old, I planned your funeral with the support of your family. This was an experience I had never expected so soon. Your funeral was huge and people came from all over. It was impressive how many people you had impacted and touched in your lifetime. However, your death was one day in a lifetime of amazing days that you lived.

    I have so many amazing memories. There were so many laughs and many an argument that ended in laughter because you would say something ridiculous and there was no ability to argue. I used to hate it when you called me “Bubba”, but I would give anything to hear you say it again. When you had an idea in your head you impulsively went a head, sometimes causing issues. Like the time you decided you wanted a phone in the garage, so you drilled a whole though the middle of the living room wall or the time that you randomly brought home an abused dog, “Brew”, who ended up to be a comfort to me in the days that followed your death. I recall, your decision to get an iguana, that would slap you hard with his tale. Darn thing slapped a plate so hard he broke his tail. The presence of the iguana after your death was not comforting, I must admit, but I have a feeling you were watching an laughing as I tried to catch him when he would escape, with oven gloves on my hands. There are so many memories, like the time you bought me a puppy, “Chrissi”, who ate part of the arm off of my mom’s antique couch. Or the dreaded time we broke the bed at my parent’s house(those of you reading it’s not what you think…but imagine the uncomfortable conversation with my parents). The laughs we have had and the things we tried to get away with, like you moving to Orillia and telling my parents you were renting a room… lol SO so many amazing memories, sledding and chili on Christmas eve and campfires where your mom gave us a little too much information….lol I can never forget Secret Santa. For the short life you lived, you really lived it. You made it count. You could make me laugh and infuriate me all at one time. Your creepy sleep walking and talking kept me on my toes. You were an amazing man.

    I am so grateful for your life and the time we shared. I regret that you did not have more time with your son and that you never met some of your nieces and nephews. I regret the pain your parents had to face in your loss, I just cannot imagine. For me, Garth Brookes said it best “If I would have known the way it all would go, I could have missed the pain but I’d have had to miss the dance.” In reflection of some of your fav songs “All I wanna do is have some fun” and “Bad Boys”, I can be comforted in the fact that you are always there when I hear them on the radio. As you watch over our lives I wonder if it is much like the reality shows like Cops that you so much enjoyed. I wonder if we have become your entertainment. Those songs reflect the lens that you saw the world through, happiness, humor and humility. Through all of this, we have stayed family. Our connection, is our connection to you and your value for family. Everyone, has made the best we can of this situation and our lives. Your son has grown into a fine young man from my understanding and you would be so proud.

    I hope that your life continues to be a reminder that no job, or opportunity is worth a life. Workplace safety is important and bad things do happen to great people and you were a great man. The sound of your laugh is always with me and I see your presence in the world around me… You continue to be my reminder that almost anything can be funny and that taking notice of all of the little things, fills your heart. You were you… and there was no making changes. You accepted and had the humility to laugh at yourself and it was always something I respected. You have taught me so much

    You are missed, appreciate and remembered. We have done our best to honor your life by going on with ours in a way we all hope you would be proud of. “Love and Memories Never Die”

    I thank WSIB for the Day of Mourning and the opportunity to pay tribute. This is very healing to have the opportunity to do something I could not do at the funeral.

    Todd you are loved and missed forever.

    Tara, Bubba

  175. We lost our son on 21April two years ago changed our lives forever god bless you son we think of you every day. Our son was Marc Robert Nelson from Ottawa Ont

  176. Mon père a eu un accident de travail en septembre 1997 qui l’a rendu paralysé, il est décédé 8 ans plus tard. Il était un homme avec un très grand coeur. Il nous a appris à voir la vie différemment, de surmonter les problèmes en riant, ce qui nous a beaucoup aider après son accident. Il nous manques énormément. Love you dad :(

  177. This tribute is for you, Dad. You gave your life to the farm on January 26, 2015. Every day without you is significantly harder, but the memories keep us going. As we prepare for the coming season, we know you will always guide us from above with that megawatt smile on your face. We miss you so much.

  178. Died September 19th 2014 – Windsor, Ontario. I got fired shortly after for caring too much about your death, but I do not regret it. You were an amazing person who did not deserve the fate you were handed. It’s over a year later but you are still on my mind everyday. RIP Phuong.

  179. My Dad died at work on January 22, 2011. I was 7 years old. I wrote this poem for him. I still miss him, every Day.
    When I close my eyes at night, I make a wish with all my might, that my Dad will come home safe to me, Do you think that could ever be? I know my Dad is up in Heaven, he’s been there since I was seven. He sits up there and watches over me, He keeps me safe as I can be. I miss my Dad every day, will anything ever be OK? I miss his hugs, I miss his kisses, But most of all I miss our reminisces, of all the fun we had together, in sun and in rain and all kinds of weather. My brothers are brave, they pretend they don’t care, but I’ll tell you a secret, they hide it in there. It’s not fair to lose a Dad, it makes me sad, it makes me mad! Dads shouldn’t die just going to work. It’s just isn’t right that danger may lurk. If I could change things here’s what I’d do, I’d invent a new workplace, something new. A place where no one could ever get hurt. It would be like magic, do you think it could work? No more tears and sadness, no more missing and badness. Every mom and Dad would come home safe. A world like that would never chafe. When you go to work today, play it safe, make it ok. So you can go home, safe and sound, to kiss your kids and be around. Love Silver xoxo

  180. An “accident” at work that took you away from your family a week before Christmas in 2013. Your beautiful smile, contagious laugh and warm hugs will never be forgotten. Thinking about you and missing you every day!
    May you rest in peace and know that you are in our hearts, our thoughts and you will never be forgotten.

  181. Greg Fecteau, Firefighter, passed away from work-related lung cancer February 14, 2007. One of the best men you could ever meet. Greg, I frequently walk by the monument that bears your name and the names of all those Toronto Firefighters who died on the job; the tribute located outside of the Harbourfront Fire Station. I never fail to say hello … because I know you were never one to just walk on by. Rest in peace, Greg.

  182. My son justin died April 11 2011. It has been 4 years since you were taking
    We miss you very much more each day
    Love you very much
    Instil we meet again

  183. For all injured workers, who on top of devastating, life altering injuries have been brutalized by a cold, uncaring workers compensation system that treats them like criminals, adding insult to injury. Please return to the Meredith Principles ensuring a just and fair, non-adversarial compensation system providing compensation as long as the disability lasts. It is bad enough to be injured on the job without being further injured by the WSIB, the system that is supposed to help. An injury at work should not mean a life of poverty.

  184. Not a day passes I don’t think about my life without you. You are missed, but never forgotten. Always in our hearts, and in the smile of your grandchildren. We love you!

  185. Missing my brother each and every day. Can’t believe it will be six years… Complete and utter tragedy. Big love to his wife and girls, to my parents and all of us who lost a piece of ourselves on the day Andrew died.

  186. My heart is heavy with the thought of the pain and heartache that survivors endure due to a death. A workplace should be safe and enjoyable.

  187. For my dear uncle who died at work 15 years ago…he still had so much to live for. Please commit to your safety and the safety of those around you as you work every day.

  188. Gary k

    two years ago this june, life will never, ever be the same. no more canoeing, no more long dog walks, you were always my super hero, could do anything!! well guess what? surviving what you did, when you went into that machine, you are still my super hero

    Brenda k

  189. I continue to feel so bad that we continue to have workers who suffer serious or fatal injuries. I come from the school that says “All accidents/injuries are preventable”. Every worker has the absolute right to go home at the end of the day in the same condition that they left in the morning. Each worker should ask the questions: 1)-if I do the job this way, what can happen to me? 2) what can happen to my fellow worker? 3) what can happen to the enviroment? And if we are honest with the answer, we will do the job safely in the first place. Companies are also responsible to ensure a safe work atmosphere. I believe working safe is possible!
    My thoughts are with the injured, and those who have died and with their families.

  190. November 21, 2014. . . . Died in a tragic accident on base in Petawawa. Miss you every day, think of you always my love! You were taken from us to soon. You may be gone, but never forgotten!! Love you always!! Love your family and friends xo

  191. The light dimmed in more lives than you could imagine any one person could impact when Justin Wilson was lost to his friends and family in a workplace accident on June 21, 2013 when he was working at the Graphite Mine near Huntsville and fell through an opening in the roof. Never forgotten, missed beyond belief, memories treasured forever.

  192. Luke was killed on May 12, 1995, on the fifth day of his summer job, working for a large recycling company. Hired to remove the cardboard from the garbage after it was dumped, Luke died from traumatic asphyxiation, the result of having his windpipe crushed, after he was buried under a mountain of garbage. Luke was a beloved son, grandson, great-grandson, nephew, cousin, and friend, and we all miss him very much. One death to a workplace tragedy is one too many…

  193. In memory of my Dad, who lost his life on the job, December 4, 1968. The day that changed our lives forever.

    You are forever in our hearts.
    I love you Dad.

  194. For my Dad who was injured on the job and died on Dec 25, 1962. Even though I never met you I still love you and miss all the thing we did not get to do as Father and Daughter. Miss you Dad!!

    Eileen Warwick Milmine.

  195. You are loved and missed everyday. I am sorry that your time with us ended, especially in the manner it did. May you soar freely and peacefully, baby….I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always….xoxo

  196. For my father…
    I am so thankful that you are still with us and I cherish each and every moment. Your at work injury changed our lives forever. I will never forget the day when we got the call that you were seriously injured, and I remember the drive to the hospital not knowing weather or not you were going to make it. Thankfully after many surgeries and years of recovery we have many memories that we share. However, I can’t help but think of those who were less fortunate and were taken away from their families way too soon. I can only imagine how life shattering their loss is. My thoughts and prayers go out to those victims, family, friends and coworkers.

  197. Our granddaughters learn of their uncle Tim by the stories we tell. They are wise beyond their young years as they hear the stories through Threads of Life and as they walk each year in Steps for Life. They know that Tim loved life and loved to laugh and share good and bad times with his friends and family. We love him and miss him each day. (Tim Hickman – March 25, 1975 – April 2, 1996)

  198. Born on September 7, 1968 died on February 25, 2014
    Your life was stolen from you and your family in a horrible way. The so-called accident that could have been prevented if it wasn’t for negligence. You loved your job and you give you’re life for your job. You are gone, but never forgotten. By your wife and children that miss you every day! Family and friends Rest in Peace Arlindo until we meet again!

  199. For my Uncle Tony who was injured on the job as a construction worker and died shortly after. It may have been a long time ago, but your absence is still truly missed and has effected our family in so many ways. You will always be in our thoughts and prayers.

  200. Amo Dhanjal…husband, father, brother, son and friend. Amo died in a tragic work place accident leaving behind 3 young daughters and myself, his wife. Although it was over 10 years ago, the memory of that horrible night lives in my mind forever. Hoping for continued change in workplace safety so that these unnecessary accidents can be prevented and more families will be spared the grief of this type of loss. Amo will always remain in our heart forever, and his big infectious smile and his face, lives on in our children. Miss you!

  201. I can still remember the moment I learned of your passing. It took me by surprise as I never knew it was you that was the fatality constructing the bridge… I felt so guilty that I didn’t put two and two together that it was you… that I didn’t get the opportunity to pass on my sympathies to your family. If your family is reading this, I just want them to know how much I enjoyed getting to know you while at Holland College and that I really appreciated all the laughs and jokes we used to pull. RE

  202. For my husband, Jim Dahmer, who died Oct. 22, 2011 of mesothelioma, a cancer caused by asbestos. There is not a day that goes by that we don’t think of you, miss you, wonder what might have been and wish with all our hearts that time had not stood still that day. I think of all the milestones you’ve missed, the grandchildren growing up without you, family and friends missing your love, sense of humour and zest for life. I miss you every day, every minute. Love you, Heather.

  203. Remembering Naz who died in a preventable workplace tragedy.
    Who knew that when you left for work that morning you would never return. My heart is forever broken, yet the memories you left behind carry me through the most difficult times. I often share these memories with our children through stories so that you will continue to live on through them.
    Love you forever…

  204. We lost our son in a worksite accident in Edmonton, Alberta on October 18, 2011. The very worst day of our lives. Kane was from NL. He worked in Alberta and British Columbia. Kane was an Ironworker and he loved his work. He came from the small town of Thornlea, NL. He moved to Alberta when he was nineteen years old and never looked back. He loved working in Alberta. He met his fiancée there and had a little boy they called Lincoln. He loved his life there. Kane had a lot of friends there and anywhere he went. He was a good person and a loving man. Kane was 28 years old when we lost him to the accident.
    More work needs to be done to prevent such accidents. Many more have lost their lives in workplace accidents since Kane lost his. Our only wish is that no one would lose their loved one like we did. We did and always will love our son Kane. We miss him more that we can even say. We love you our Angel.

  205. There are no words anyone can say about a life cut short. You are thought of every day by your family & friends. You would be so proud of your family & hard they are spreading the word about work place tragedies. RIP Luke.

  206. I’m so very thankful you’re alive. I was shocked and saddened by the physical and emotional trauma of what you just endured. It must have been so frightening and painful. I’m thinking of you and I wish you a full recovery — with much love from your family and friends and support from the medical community, your employer and the WSIB.

  207. It’s hard enough to lose one person but, to lose two of the closest men in my life to a work accident is really unbelievable. My heart goes out to everyone who has lost someone. The pain never goes away but you do learn to move on. Safety is so important and keep sharing the message with others.

    I love you Dad and Scott Daniel Ozee.

    Forever in my heart xoxox

  208. who was killed on the job on January 13, 2005, while working in Alberta. He suffocated due to lack of oxygen from hydrocarbon gases while working alone in a
    separator shack. Not a day goes by I don’t miss him, not a day goes by I don’t wish I could here his hardy laugh, not a day goes by that I don’t want to hear those words every Mom wants to hear, “I love you Mom”, not a day goes by that I don’t miss for Jonathan what Jonathan is missing here on earth. I am out there promoting workplace safety and preventing workplace accidents and fatalities. I am doing it in Memory of my beautiful son…until we meet again Jonathan, I Love You and Miss you so Much..Love Mom..xox

  209. Every day, I remember my Dad, Thomas Borden Moorby Jr., who was electrocuted and killed on a rooftop at work on August 6th, 1996 (My moms 30th birthday, and also my Uncle, his brothers, birthday), at the age of 28 while he was working. His boss knew he would have workers up there that day and should have had the hydro temporarily shut down… But he didn’t, and my Dad paid with his life for that negligence. I was only 2 years old at the time, my sister 10, my foster brother 14. We miss you every day, Dad. We love you.


  210. We express our sorrow for the grief and suffering by the victims, family, friends and coworkers who suffered a illness, injury or death as a result of their duties at work. Let’s pay tribute to those we honor April 28th by making workplaces safer.

  211. Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! Again, if two lie together, they keep warm, but how can one keep warm alone? And though a man might prevail against one who is alone, two will withstand him—a threefold cord is not quickly broken.

    I did not stand alone for I had two cords too protect me. God and my wife! For those who were lost and who stood alone I pray for you.
    Never give up! never say never! Live today and let tomorrow worry about tomorrow. God Bless

  212. To all workers who are injured on the job either physically or mentally. An injury to one is an injury to all. Let’s think of all the people who have been affected by an injury.

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