Kim Schulz – Our Fallen Team Mate
We are sad to announce that on March 6, 2011, Kim Schulz was involved in a serious vehicle collision, which caused her tragic death at the age of 42. The beloved wife of Rob Schulz and mother of Adam, Kim is survived by her parents Barbara and Warren Bayley, sisters Lisa Kenny (John) and Wendy Keruzore (Jeff Robinson) and brother Steve Bayley (Chrissy). The words genuine, sincere and caring have been used to describe Kim. Her line-mates say she was the best winger to play with; defensemen say she was determined; and goalies just called her “a pain in front of the net”. She will be dearly missed by her family, co-workers, friends and especially the women she played hockey with in the RWHL. We will always remember her as a greater hockey player and friend.
Click here for an article printed in the Toronto Star about Kim and her love of hockey titled “Mother killed in fire truck accident had ‘love affair’ with hockey” by Jim Wilkes.
On Saturday, March 12, 2011, the RWHL honoured Kim with a tribute and a moment of silence between games.
With members of her family and the women of the RWHL standing on the ice, the following poems were read in her honour:
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We Raise Our Sticks by Kate Doyle [Read by Jennifer MacLachlan] We raise our sticks and point the way To the greatest game you’ll ever play Where gleaming sheets of ice do lie And pucks on whipping sticks will fly Where double shifts you’ll work with ease And slapshots, ‘Ha’ those are a breeze You’ll perfect that deke and perhaps too You’ll master that lacrosse move You’ve seen the pros do We raise our sticks in our salute To you who loved the game so absolute To an honourable foe and beloved teammate We’ll ship your gear to Heaven’s gate We cannot play in this new league Our names aren’t on the roster sheet But in the locker room you’ll see Your name engraved for eternity We raise our sticks and bow our heads With heavy hearts our tears we’ll shed But we’ll remember you Kim and stories fond We’ll tell of you on that frozen pond And hope that you too once in a while In your own unforgettable style Will cheer our passes and scoring plays Just like you did in your earthly days |
For The Love Of The Game by Teresa Lippai [Read by Teresa Lippai] You may have changed the color of your jersey And even the logo on the front But your passion for the game of hockey Never wavered from the start From shinny to classes and camps Recreational to competitive games Your love of the sport was shown not only through time But the endless smile on your face You went hard to the corners Always battled strong in front of the net Hanging high on the blue line A well positioned winger you always worked hard to be Your smile brought light to our change rooms Your laugh brought a warmth to the rink Pre game talks, post game laughs, and witty jokes that always made you think At the sound of the whistle, one last game in the books We now crowd the net and line the stands, while we watch your number get raised And though your not on the ice, we know you won’t miss a shift Because you play for the love of the game |