Those who know me well, know that we had a very close relationship. As a very young child, my Baba looked after me when my parents were at work. Some of my earliest memories are gardening with her and sitting for hours making perogies, braiding paska, or whatever else she happened to be cooking.
When I got a bit older, I always looked forward to going to Baba’s before school – she would sit and very meticulously braid my hair into very intricate braids. She also spent many, many hours making me any Halloween costume I wanted each year, no matter how ridiculous my request was.
As an adult, I got the privilege of really getting to know her as a person. She told me about her early life - stories of where she grew up, about moving around Europe after the war and about journeying to Canada on a boat with a toddler and restarting her life in a place where she didn’t speak the language. Her twenties and thirties were beyond imaginably difficult for most people to even conceive. Surprisingly, she didn’t think anything she endured and persevered through was anything outside of the ordinary and didn’t think that any of it took bravery or strength.
I will miss her tremendously but will take comfort in a lifetime of memories that most do not get with their grandparents. I am forever grateful for the never-ending love she showed me, the life lessons she taught me and hope that I can be even a fraction as great as her.
I will be forever grateful to Maria for the special role that she played in helping to raise Emilee as a young child once I had returned to work. Emilee loved her Baba with all her heart and with a strong bond forged from her grandparents’ active and loving involvement during much of her young life and on into adulthood. Maria and Emilee had a very unique and special relationship, one that enriched Emilee’s life immeasurably; I am so thankful for that. Maria was a strong and independent woman, remaining in her own home right until the end of her life, her mind fully engaged and active. She was loved dearly by us all and she will be missed. May she Rest In Peace.
So sorry for the loss of your beloved Mother, Emil. And also for the loss of your Grandma, Emilee.
Emil, we were so sorry to hear of your mother's passing. She always had a ready smile each time I saw her. We shared a love of plants and gardening and would talk at length about all that she was growing. I have very fond memories of our time spent around the kitchen table on Weston Road, enjoying tea and special treats. She will be missed. Love and hugs to you and all the family, Marilyn & Steve
I always enjoyed meeting up with your dad and mom at No Frills on Bloor Street. Your mom asked me once..."How do you remember us?"...to which I said "I only remember the people That are good people and I love."...they got a chuckle.
Throughout the years, I have always admired your parents, had good laughs and respected my mother-in-laws' family.
May mom rest in peace. God Bless her soul. love, A. Burak & family