Victoria was truly the matriarch of the family. Her presence and love in the family will forever be missed. If you ever visited Victoria you soon discovered how hospitable host she was. When I looked at pictures of her at her home food was always in the picture. It was impossible hard to leave her place hungry. Even Bandit my dog knew that he was going to fed when he visited.
Deepest sympathies to your family.
Dearest Roy, Helen, Rex, Rhonda, Linda, Joyce and families
I send my deepest condolences on the loss of your Mother and Matriarch, our Auntie Victoria. My family recently celebrated 60 years in Canada, something that may well not have happened without her. In the early 60s a woman arrived in Northern Iraq from behind the Iron Curtain with three toddlers in tow, following after her husband who had arrived a few months earlier to work at the Dibis power plant. She soon met another woman with little ones round the same age whose husband also worked at the plant. And so began a connection between two families that spanned three continents and seven decades. My Mum never mentioned her time in Iraq without crediting the kindness of Auntie Victoria and Uncle Tommy for helping adjust. I didn’t come along until our families were well settled in Canada but know those stories all too well. Auntie Victoria, ever practical, telling her how to deal with scorpions in the house, making coffee and rice the local way, where to shop, how to read numbers and letters, how to pick out a ripe watermelon, drinking strong, hot sweet tea before a long journey…the types of little things friends share to help one another. Because six kids of her own wasn’t chaotic enough, Auntie Victoria warmly welcomed the five Moravan kids to her home for family visits, where I was enthralled my two things: her beautiful embroidered velvet and how she never seemed to have a hair out of place! When our full families got together it was nothing to wolf down dozens of doughnuts and countless platters of food, all made without complaint. But the truest measure of how important she was came one day when little me was misbehaving at home and she punished me. “You can’t do that! You’re not my Mum.” My Mum simply said, “You do what Auntie Victoria says!” Doing what she said, starting with Iraq in the early 1960s made life a little easier, and made many memories. May those memories bring you some comfort and blessings in between the tears.
"In the wilderness prepare the way of the LORD; make straight in the desert a highway for our God."
Throughout my life, she was a heavenly mother, an inspiration and a guiding light. She is eternally not forgotten.
I am deeply sorry for our loss auntie Victoria and your cousins . Please Accept my condolences, and to her to be rest in peace, Ayad.