My sincere condolences to the family. Vera was my mother's dear, long time friend. I remember her visits with fondness. God bless her.
Carol (Pashkoff )Milovanovic and family
Vera and I have been close long time friends - like sisters - since our teens.
We met at Christ the Saviour Russian Greek Orthodox Church and ran the youth group together. We shared many fun and happy times over the years and have many cherished memories. No amount of time could replace the place she had in my heart and I in hers.
My mom always encouraged me by her words. " You are like the rabbit that keeps going and on and on with the energizer battery " as I kept the house and our needs up.
Also, I never asked her for money, but she would say often, " Get me my cheque book " and whatever God placed on her heart she would give to all of us for our needs. I never was short to pay any bills in full and had left over to spend for her or myself and family.
My beloved mom complimented me all of the time! I told her before her passing that I would be happy to have just half of what she had in strength, courage and beauty. We will be united forever by our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ and our love for each other is Eternal and most precious to me.
Tuesday, January 18 at 9:55pm EST I lost one of my closest friends in Toronto - Vera. Vera and Greg (Vera’s husband) are the first friends I made in Canada, I got to know them through work, almost 20 years ago, actually 19.5 years ago. To me they are my friends and also my family. They treat me as their granddaughter, daughter and friend. Vera was born in Toronto, her father is Russian, her mother is Canadian. She grew up with her father but she rarely talks about her mother. Greg is Belgian, he immigrated to Canada, they met in Toronto and then married to each other. The very last time we met together was in March 2015, on our way to Orlando we connected at Pearson Airport, we got out of the airport and had a quick dinner together. I am not really good at keeping in touch, but I do think of them all the time, every year we either send cards or make a phone call. We spent over an hour on the phone this past Christmas Eve, I talked with everyone on her side, Vera also talked to my whole family. I even asked my Mom sang a Russian song to her. Vera’s daughter told me that Vera had been staying strong the whole time until Saturday, she squeezed her husband’s hand and ask him to send her to the hospital. Vera’s daughter sent me photos of their roses in the backyard were still blooming in the snow over Christmas but now those roses dried up. Vera is such a dear friend, a great role model to me. I am grateful she came to my life and she is always in my life.
No matter how many times you communicate with someone, you never really know a person. At work and after retirement Vera and I had many conversations but I knew nothing of her many talents. To me she was just Vera a grand lady that I loved to talk to at work and then at the annual Christmas luncheons we attended. She was loving and caring to me especially after my wife died 30 years ago. I knew she loved it when I called and she always waited anxiously for my annual Christmas letter. She will be missed and always in my memory. Vera, I will always wonder if you got the neckless back.