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Michael Lynch ✵ 1944-1991

Michael Lynch

Name at birth:  Michael Lynch
Date of birth:  20/08/1944
Place of birth:  Dunn, North Carolina, USA
Date of death:  09/07/1991
Place of death:  Toronto, Canada
Resting place:  Toronto, Canada
Submitted by:  Gerald Hannon    (gerald.hannon@sympatico.ca)

 

 

Michael Lynch: Gay activist, poet, academic, editor from 1981 of the international Gay Studies Newsletter; active in many community efforts (The Gay Alliance Toward Equality [before he’d ever had sex with a man]; the Committee to Defend John Damien; Gay Fathers of Toronto; Whitman in Ontario Conference, 1980; Wilde ’82; Sex and the State, 1985). For many years a frequent writer for The Body Politic, a gay liberation magazine in Toronto. Wrote on many subjects, but his early pieces on AIDS (“Living with Kaposi’s,” paired with a piece by his friend Bill Lewis in a 10-page feature on AIDS) were particularly important. They contributed to the more humane, less panic-driven approach to the disease in Canada. Michael was later a founder of the AIDS Committee of Toronto (1983), AIDS Action Now! and the Toronto AIDS Memorial (from 1988), the Toronto Centre for Lesbian and Gay Studies (1990), and Gay Fathers Toronto. His collection of poems, These Waves of Dying Friends, was published in 1989. Michael died of the disease in 1991. His son, Stefan Lynch, lives in San Francisco, and carries on his father’s activism—he has been very involved in COLAGE, an organization for the children of lesbian and gay parents.

Michael could play as avidly as he worked, and would want to be remembered as (probably) the first gay academic ever to be a nude centre-fold subject for bothHoncho and Mandate, and as a sweaty, shirtless 5 a.m. reveller at Stages (Toronto), The Saint (New York) and the Ice Palace (Fire Island). He spent hours, too, at his grand piano and harpsichord, honing his style for Bach or Schubert, or accompanying friends’ renditions of the classics of torch. And he loved to host. Many friendships were celebrated over intimate dinners he cooked with panache, and at lavish soirees where he presided as “diva divine.”

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Dolores Bernadette Lutz ✵ 1938-1992

Dolores Bernadette Lutz

Name at birth:  Dolores Bernadette Trombetta
Date of birth:  30-01-38
Place of birth:  Philadelphia, PA
Date of death:  15-12-92
Place of death:  Cinnaminson, NJ
Resting place:  New Jersey, USA
Submitted by:  Debbie Lutz (CANDLT63@aol.com)

 

Dolores Bernadette Lutz

MOM,

There are no words that can explain on how I feel inside, I miss you each and every day, and sometimes I want to hide. There are things in life I want to share, with my mother, my best friend. But all I have are memories, and that of course won’t end. Someday mom, we will meet again, for this I am very sure. And when that day comes for me, I’m sure you’ll be at the door. You taught me a lot through out my life, and to stand on my own feet. You lifted me up when I was down, and did stuff that was neat. I will never forget the times we shared, and how you made me smile. And know in my heart that this time apart is only for a little while. And if memories are all I have, I will cherish them the most. Because still with me going through life is my mother’s ghost. I LOVE YOU MOM !!!!!!!!!

Love you and miss you
Debbie

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Robert Jordan Lundblad ✵ 1912-1995 

Name at birth:    Robert Jordan Lundblad 
Date of birth:    27/08/1912 
Place of birth:   Massachusetts USA 
Date of death:    08/11/1995 
Place of death:   Wareham Massachusetts USA 
Place of burial:  Wareham, Massachusetts, USA

Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me “father” sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In his good old Irish way,
And I’d give the world if he could sing
That song to me this day.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now don’t you cry.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that’s an Irish lullaby

Oft in dreams I wander,
To that cot again,
I feel his arms a-huggin me,
As when he held me then.
And I hear his voice a hummin
To me as in days of yore,
When he use to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.

Oh Dad… I miss you so.

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Anna Liorti

25 March 2025

Think of you

Anna Liorti <aliorti@metricgrp.com>

25 March 2015

18 years and you are still in our thoughts.  Miss Ya.

Louise Liorti (lior2441@rogers.com)

26 March, 2013
Thinking of you after all these years. I want to thank you for giving me the most precious gift in the world: our 3 beautiful daughters. You would be so proud of them.
Love you always, Louise

Anna Liorti (aliorti@metricgrp.com)
15 May, 2009
We miss you, and are thinking of you on what would have been your 50th birthday.
Love you always.
Your family.

24 March, 2006
Larry:
As the 25th of March is approaching and we can’t help but think of you. We wish you were here to guide us. Time does go by and the pain we feel inside does not get any easier. We think of you often and hope that one day we can all be together.
Miss you with all our hearts.
Love
Anna

CIRTEM1 (CIRTEM1@aol.com)
12 May, 1998
My dear brother Larry, as your birthday approaches I can’t help but think of all the times we shared. Oh, how our lives have changed since you left us. I wish you were here for your 39th birthday, so that we could all share it together. Hugs and Kisses from your beautiful daughters, Louise, Mom & Dad, your brothers and their family, your sister and all your friends.
Love Anna.

Larry Liorti ✵ 1959-1997 

Name at birth:     
Date of birth:    15/05/59 
Place of birth:   Toronto, Canada 
Date of death:    25/03/97 
Place of death:   Burks’ Falls, Canada 
Place of burial:  Assumption Cemetery, Mississauga, Ontario, Canada

Submitted by: Anna Liorti (cirtem1@aol.com)

My dear brother, Larry, almost a year has gone by since
that terrible accident. When you left us on that day, I
never would have imagined that it would be the last time
we would see your smile. The last time we would hear you
talk, the last time you would say “don’t worry I’ll fix it”.

I will never forget the moment I got the call that you had
died, I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t understand it. How
could something so horrible happen to us. It couldn’t be
real. I went through this year in a state of shock with a
terrible feeling of waiting. Always waiting for you to walk
back into my life.

Your beautiful daughters are growing up, Michelle and
Gabrielle are now four and are as energetic as ever.
Victoria is now seven and looks exactly like you. You would
be proud of your girls, I can only wish that you were here
to watch them grow, and be here for all the special times.

I can only imagine what God had in mind for you to take
you away so suddenly at such a young age and away from
your family. I pray that one day we will all be together
again in a better place. Until then you will be in my
heart and in my thoughts.

I Love You Forever…..your little sister.

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Marcia Julia Narbaiz de Liñeiro ✵ 1945-1998 

Name at birth:    Marcia Julia Narbaiz 
Date of birth:    06/12/1945 
Place of birth:   Concordia, Argentina 
Date of death:    05/03/1998 
Place of death:   Escobar, Argentina 
Place of burial:  Cementerio de Boulogne, Buenos Aires, Argentina

Submitted by: Diego Liñeiro (lines@deltanet.com.ar)

En memoria a la persona que me dio todo lo que tengo y que hizo de mi todo lo que soy.

A mi Madre.

Q.E.P.D.

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