MICHELENA (LENA) SMITH

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MICHELENA (LENA) SMITH (nee SLOBODIAN) Mom died peacefully in her sleep on Friday, March 14, 2003 at the Concordia Hospital. Mom was predeceased by her infant son Edward, granddaughter Patricia, grandson Donald, life partner Mike Sytar, brother Joseph and sister Stella. She is survived by her son Gerald (Olga), daughter Joyce (Louis), son Bernie (Marilyn) and son Gary (Cheryl), sister Olive, brothers, John, Gerald and Mike (Edith) grandchildren, Wendy, Pat (George), Lori (Lloyd), Darryl (Angie) and Randy; great-grandchildren, Richard, Adam, David and Tyson; and many nieces and nephews. Mom was born on November 18, 1918 and came to Halifax on November 27, 1926 from Olehowczyk, Husiatyn, Ukraine on board the SS Ausonia with her parents, brother John and sister Stella. They eventually settled in Manitoba where she married and started her family. Mom raised her four children on her own by working hard at many jobs, primarily at CP Rail where she eventually retired from. Mom liked to play bingo, go berry and mushroom picking at her cottage at White Lake and being with her family. She was a wonderful cook and known for her baking and perogies. She loved nothing better than cooking and feeding her family. She will be greatly missed by all. The family wishes to thank Dr. Ciric and nurses at Intensive Care Unit at the Concordia Hospital. Prayers will be held on Monday, March 17 at 7:00 p.m. at Cropo Funeral Chapel, 1442 Main St. Funeral service will be held on Tuesday, March 18 at 1:00 p.m. also at the chapel. Interment will follow in Holy Family Cemetery. Pallbearers will be Darryl Smith, Lloyd Johnson, Richard Pawloski, Tim Kowerko, Robert Romance and Robert Dziadekwich. Donations may be made in Lenas memory to the Heart and Stroke Foundation. MISS ME BUT LET ME GO When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom-filled room, Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not too long, And not with your head bowed low, Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me, but let me go. For this is a journey we all must take, And each must go alone, Its part of the Masters plan, A step on the road to home. So when you are lonely and sick at heart, Go to the friends we know, And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, Miss me - but let me go. CROPO FUNERAL CHAPEL 586-8044

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Mar 17, 2003