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Summer Brooke Cianos
July 13, 2006 to December 22, 2006
Video 3 of 6

Summer p ed away from a rare liver condition called biliaria atresia. Only 1 in 15-20,000 children per year get this disease. We will all miss you Summer.

Written by her father Kerry Cianos:

Dear Summer,

You never really knew your name, because to us you had many other names. At first we called you Chicken LIttle. You were so small and tiny with your little stick legs. We welcomed you into our home and into our hearts forever.

We took you outside and showed you the sky and the gr and the trees and the leaves. We gave you little baths and cleaned you up when you made a mess. You grew little by little but you grew more and more in our heart.

Mommy sang songs to you and Daddy made funny noises. The songs you heard were nursery ryhmes from England and one day you became our “Plum Porridge”.

You became aware of the world, and yourself, and your hands! You had small little hands that were always shaped into a fist, and we called them “the fists of fury!” You would move them around, staring at them as they would open and close.

Soon after that Daddy starting calling you “Plum Pudding”. Mommy and Daddy took turns calling you Plum Porridge! Plum Pudding! Back and forth we would go like crazy people. We were realy crazy about you.

We discovered your lovely foot. The left foot to be exact. When you would awake from a nap you would raise your foot high into the air, hold it there a second or two, then let it fall with a plop! to the ground. Mommy and Daddy would take turns yelling “foot!” and kissing that foot over and over and over.

When Daddy would come home from work you would greet him with the most wonderful smile. Daddy knew he was seriously hooked on you the day you looked at him and made something that sounded really close to “Google It!”

You enjoyed the fall weather and would play outside with Mommy in the yard. You would pick leaves off the trees with your little hands and smile. Oh that wonderful smile.

You loved to be kissed. Especially on the cheek. Even when you were upset, or angry, kisses on the cheek would bring at least a half-smile. Daddy misses those kisses so much!

I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we let you down when you relied on us most of all. I’m sorry that you didn’t even get the opportunity to have a transplant. I’m sorry that you will never get to grow up. I’m sorry we will not get to see your fists of fury turn into beautifully skilled hands capable of doing wonders. I’m sorry I will never get to see you smile again.

And most of all…I’m sorry that we will never again get to see our Plum Pudding.

Love Forever,

Mommy and Daddy

Duration : 0:3:59

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Summer Brooke Cianos
July 13, 2006 to December 22, 2006
Video 2 of 6

Summer p ed away from a rare liver condition called biliaria atresia. Only 1 in 15-20,000 children per year get this disease. We will all miss you Summer.

Written by her father Kerry Cianos:

Dear Summer,

You never really knew your name, because to us you had many other names. At first we called you Chicken LIttle. You were so small and tiny with your little stick legs. We welcomed you into our home and into our hearts forever.

We took you outside and showed you the sky and the gr and the trees and the leaves. We gave you little baths and cleaned you up when you made a mess. You grew little by little but you grew more and more in our heart.

Mommy sang songs to you and Daddy made funny noises. The songs you heard were nursery ryhmes from England and one day you became our “Plum Porridge”.

You became aware of the world, and yourself, and your hands! You had small little hands that were always shaped into a fist, and we called them “the fists of fury!” You would move them around, staring at them as they would open and close.

Soon after that Daddy starting calling you “Plum Pudding”. Mommy and Daddy took turns calling you Plum Porridge! Plum Pudding! Back and forth we would go like crazy people. We were realy crazy about you.

We discovered your lovely foot. The left foot to be exact. When you would awake from a nap you would raise your foot high into the air, hold it there a second or two, then let it fall with a plop! to the ground. Mommy and Daddy would take turns yelling “foot!” and kissing that foot over and over and over.

When Daddy would come home from work you would greet him with the most wonderful smile. Daddy knew he was seriously hooked on you the day you looked at him and made something that sounded really close to “Google It!”

You enjoyed the fall weather and would play outside with Mommy in the yard. You would pick leaves off the trees with your little hands and smile. Oh that wonderful smile.

You loved to be kissed. Especially on the cheek. Even when you were upset, or angry, kisses on the cheek would bring at least a half-smile. Daddy misses those kisses so much!

I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we let you down when you relied on us most of all. I’m sorry that you didn’t even get the opportunity to have a transplant. I’m sorry that you will never get to grow up. I’m sorry we will not get to see your fists of fury turn into beautifully skilled hands capable of doing wonders. I’m sorry I will never get to see you smile again.

And most of all…I’m sorry that we will never again get to see our Plum Pudding.

Love Forever,

Mommy and Daddy

Duration : 0:4:11

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‘Crazy’ Gord Martineau insults people everywhere

Glen McGregor
CanWest News Service

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

In outtakes now circulating on the Internet, Citytv anchor Gord Martineau calls a Canadian singer a “homo,” mocks a walkathon for cancer-stricken children and says his penis has more news value than a pancreas transplant.

With co-anchor Anne Mroczkowski at his side in the Citytv studio, Mr. Martineau made the offbeat remarks during an undated taping of promotional items for the CityPulse at Six newscast.

In one clip, Mr. Martineau, lisping heavily and swinging his arms from side to side, warms up by referring to a prominent Canadian singer as a “homo.”The anchors then refer to a news items about a memorial service for a slain Toronto-area high school student and a walkathon for children with cancer.

“Boy, we’re sensitive, eh? Aren’t we?” Mr. Martineau says sarcastically. “… I’ll go to confession tomorrow.”

In another segment, he ridicules a news story about Ontario’s first pancreas transplant recipient. “Jesus Christ, what is that? Is this like National Lampoon? Who wrote this?…. Oh boy, Ontario’s first pancreas transplant recipient.”

When Ms. Mroczkowski defends the item as an interesting medical story, Mr. Martineau points toward his groin and says: “This is interesting. That is not.”

Taping of another promo is interrupted by a technician concerned about a graphic, referred to as a key. Mr. Martineau leans back, holds a rolled-up piece of paper in front of his groin and says: “Right here is your key. See this key? Right here.”

Mr. Martineau did not return a call requesting comment.

Stephen Hurlbut, Citytv vice-president, yesterday apologized for what he essed as a lapse into a “bad sense of humour” such as is apt to occur in newsrooms.

No disciplinary action is required, he said. “That would be absurd.”

Mr. Martineau was embarr ed about “something that may speak to a stellar career in broadcasting that might get a bit of smirch on it because he got crazy one day,” Mr. Hurlbut said. He said the clips are taken out of context and would give viewers an unfair measure of Mr. Martineau’s character.

“It’s absolutely wrong. This is not who we are.”

Mr. Hurlbut said he did not think the comments would offend gay employees who might have heard them in the newsroom.

“I think any employee, whether they be gay or not, is absolutely comfortable with Gord and the value structure within which we operate.”

He pointed to the station’s history of championing human rights.

“Our news channel, CP24, is the first station in Canada to have an openly gay show.”

Mr. Hurlbut said he did not know how the outtakes ended up on the Internet.

Mr. Martineau is one of Citytv’s most recognizable faces. He has been reading the news for the station since 1977 and is active with many Toronto charities.

“Off camera, Gord keeps us laughing with his wicked sense of humour and keeps me on my toes,” entertainment reporter Liz West said on Citytv’s Web site tribute to Mr. Martineau, who celebrated 25 years with the station in 2002.

(Ottawa Citizen)

© National Post 2004

Duration : 0:7:48

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Summer Brooke Cianos
July 13, 2006 to December 22, 2006
Video 6 of 6

Summer p ed away from a rare liver condition called biliaria atresia. Only 1 in 15-20,000 children per year get this disease. We will all miss you Summer.

Written by her father Kerry Cianos:

Dear Summer,

You never really knew your name, because to us you had many other names. At first we called you Chicken LIttle. You were so small and tiny with your little stick legs. We welcomed you into our home and into our hearts forever.

We took you outside and showed you the sky and the gr and the trees and the leaves. We gave you little baths and cleaned you up when you made a mess. You grew little by little but you grew more and more in our heart.

Mommy sang songs to you and Daddy made funny noises. The songs you heard were nursery ryhmes from England and one day you became our “Plum Porridge”.

You became aware of the world, and yourself, and your hands! You had small little hands that were always shaped into a fist, and we called them “the fists of fury!” You would move them around, staring at them as they would open and close.

Soon after that Daddy starting calling you “Plum Pudding”. Mommy and Daddy took turns calling you Plum Porridge! Plum Pudding! Back and forth we would go like crazy people. We were realy crazy about you.

We discovered your lovely foot. The left foot to be exact. When you would awake from a nap you would raise your foot high into the air, hold it there a second or two, then let it fall with a plop! to the ground. Mommy and Daddy would take turns yelling “foot!” and kissing that foot over and over and over.

When Daddy would come home from work you would greet him with the most wonderful smile. Daddy knew he was seriously hooked on you the day you looked at him and made something that sounded really close to “Google It!”

You enjoyed the fall weather and would play outside with Mommy in the yard. You would pick leaves off the trees with your little hands and smile. Oh that wonderful smile.

You loved to be kissed. Especially on the cheek. Even when you were upset, or angry, kisses on the cheek would bring at least a half-smile. Daddy misses those kisses so much!

I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we let you down when you relied on us most of all. I’m sorry that you didn’t even get the opportunity to have a transplant. I’m sorry that you will never get to grow up. I’m sorry we will not get to see your fists of fury turn into beautifully skilled hands capable of doing wonders. I’m sorry I will never get to see you smile again.

And most of all…I’m sorry that we will never again get to see our Plum Pudding.

Love Forever,

Mommy and Daddy

Duration : 0:2:43

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Summer Brooke Cianos
July 13, 2006 to December 22, 2006
Video 4 of 6

Summer p ed away from a rare liver condition called biliaria atresia. Only 1 in 15-20,000 children per year get this disease. We will all miss you Summer.

Written by her father Kerry Cianos:

Dear Summer,

You never really knew your name, because to us you had many other names. At first we called you Chicken LIttle. You were so small and tiny with your little stick legs. We welcomed you into our home and into our hearts forever.

We took you outside and showed you the sky and the gr and the trees and the leaves. We gave you little baths and cleaned you up when you made a mess. You grew little by little but you grew more and more in our heart.

Mommy sang songs to you and Daddy made funny noises. The songs you heard were nursery ryhmes from England and one day you became our “Plum Porridge”.

You became aware of the world, and yourself, and your hands! You had small little hands that were always shaped into a fist, and we called them “the fists of fury!” You would move them around, staring at them as they would open and close.

Soon after that Daddy starting calling you “Plum Pudding”. Mommy and Daddy took turns calling you Plum Porridge! Plum Pudding! Back and forth we would go like crazy people. We were realy crazy about you.

We discovered your lovely foot. The left foot to be exact. When you would awake from a nap you would raise your foot high into the air, hold it there a second or two, then let it fall with a plop! to the ground. Mommy and Daddy would take turns yelling “foot!” and kissing that foot over and over and over.

When Daddy would come home from work you would greet him with the most wonderful smile. Daddy knew he was seriously hooked on you the day you looked at him and made something that sounded really close to “Google It!”

You enjoyed the fall weather and would play outside with Mommy in the yard. You would pick leaves off the trees with your little hands and smile. Oh that wonderful smile.

You loved to be kissed. Especially on the cheek. Even when you were upset, or angry, kisses on the cheek would bring at least a half-smile. Daddy misses those kisses so much!

I’m sorry. I’m sorry that we let you down when you relied on us most of all. I’m sorry that you didn’t even get the opportunity to have a transplant. I’m sorry that you will never get to grow up. I’m sorry we will not get to see your fists of fury turn into beautifully skilled hands capable of doing wonders. I’m sorry I will never get to see you smile again.

And most of all…I’m sorry that we will never again get to see our Plum Pudding.

Love Forever,

Mommy and Daddy

Duration : 0:3:59

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