Mrs. Maria Winchur

Farewell to Baba. All of us grandchildren cherish our special memories of Baba. All the family gatherings, loaded with yummy ukranian food; the old stories shared; the small, everyday visits where Baba always made sure you went home with something, some food or little gifts. Family meant everything to Baba and she loved being surrounded by us. She called each of her grandchildren special - the best, the prettiest, the most handsome - but when she spoke to me and hugged me tight, she really made me believe I was special. Baba had been sick for a while, her personality and that sparkle in her eyes just not able to break through; though every now and then you would think you had caught a quick glimpse. Where ever she is, she is happy now and back to her old self, and I like to think of her up there, embracing my father(Bud), and saying ,my son, my son, come eat. Farewell Baba, lots of love

We continue to hold you in our prayers ...For those you love do not go away They walk beside you Every day... as we share inyour sorrow Lovingly Marion and Brian Cole

The Family Baba loved, the traditions she created for the young ones, will and have been passed to the next generation. Baba's love for her family was in everything she did. We were blessed to have been in her life. My goal is to have the courage and strength to face life's hardships as she did, head on. With sorrow, but a smile in my heart from the memories, Good-Bye Baba. Jennifer, Greg and Taylor Sullivan

My dear Baba is gone. It's only afterwards that I realise the part she played in bringing the Winchur family together. In ignorance I assumed all extended families were such a part of each other’s lives. I’ve since realised how important and valuable her contribution was in making me the person I am today. Baba planted the seeds for the safe and loving environment I took for granted as my childhood. Those seeds grew into an extended family full of compassion and tolerance that I could call on whenever I wished. I never had a second thought of dropping by on a cousin as I passed through London or went for a drive to Toronto and decided last minute to pop by and see an uncle. They were family and I never felt like I was imposing, similarly it was never an imposition when they would visit me. The unspoken connection was our Baba and that bond ensured none were excluded and thoughts and advice exchanged with an open heart. It is with deepest regret that I cannot be there today to show my respect in person. Every year January 7th will be a special day where I will think of Baba and how she brought the family together, as will any time I have to explain ‘egg fights’ around Easter. She was a woman who seemed to spend all her time thinking up ways to spoil me and was so proud of anything I accomplished. I’ve missed her these last few years when she was sick and I miss her even more now that she’s gone. There is no doubt that whatever good I have in me I can trace back to my family roots which she was such a big part of. She will never be forgotten. With lots of love, Her #1 grandson, Matthew