Monday, 4 January 2016

My Grandmothers Eternal Life has Begun This Morning

100 Years Blessed by Your Love•´¸.•¨) ¸.•¨) (¸.•´ (¸.•´ (¸.•¨¯`♥ㄥ◯∨モ •.¸¸.•(((♥)))•.¸¸.•♥


Lendvai, Mary Ann
January 09, 1915 - January 04, 2016
LENDVAI, Mary Ann (nee Horuczi) Mary passed away on Jan 4th, 2016 at the age of 100. 
Mary was born Jan 9, 1915 in Telepesh, Hungary.
She arrived in Windsor at the age of 16 and married a year later.
Mary moved to Campbell Ave. in 1938 and lived there for 68 years.
 Mary is predeceased by her 1st husband Kalman Szakonyi (1941)
 and her 2nd husband Steve Lendvai (1960). Daughter of the late Steve and Barbara Horuczi (nee Spák).
 Cherished mother of the late Olga Carter (2006), Mary Fox (Lloyd 2011),
Edward Szakonyi (1983) & wife Pearl (Lee),
Shirley Rumball (Garry) and Steve Lendvai & wife Ruth.
Mary is predeceased by her sisters Pauline Kiss (1988),
 Barbara Oravecz (2006) & Steve (1957), Margaret Fedich (2013) & John (1989)
and Betty Murphy (2008) & Tom (2005). Loving grandmother of Jeanne Caron (Paul),
Sharon Carter (1985),
Debbie LaPorte (Pat), Darlene Lachance (Guy), Brian Fox (Sandy), Brenda Kurpinski (Steve),
 Wendy McCallum (Rob), Janice Best (Dave),
 Wayne Rumball (Marianne), Pam Rumball (Clyde), Kim Lumley (Kevin),
 Steve Lendvai (Jean), Krissy Harris (Wayne) and Kerrie Riberdy (John).
 Mary is survived by 23 great grandchildren and 6 great great grandchildren & one on the way.
 Dearest aunt of Laraine Trucevich (Ted) and Cheryl Amort (Joe). Many more nieces and nephews.
At this time the family would like to thank Riverside Place Nursing home for all the love and special care
that Mary was given. As per Mary’s wishes, cremation has taken place.
 Arrangements entrusted to
WINDSOR CHAPEL FUNERAL HOME (Banwell Chapel) 519-253-7234 11677 Tecumseh Rd. E.
Online condolences and cherished memories may be shared with the family at www.windsorchapel.com

It is with great sadness I let you know my Grandma passed away this morning
A great big piece of my heart is gone and our family will never be the same but she is in a much better place
no longer suffering.
She died just shy of her 101st birthday January 9th'
How many people live until 100
She is with my Mom and her loved ones in Heaven.
Love you
Jeanne

there will be no funeral, just an internment in the Spring and a nice celebration afterwards

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My home is in  Heaven I am just travelling through this world
Billy Graham

Lehet ő nyugodjék békében - (May she rest in peace) 

Grandmothers touch our lives in everything they do and leave us changed long after they are gone. The gifts they give us can become a part of who we are a legacy of beauty that lives on. As we are saddened by her loss here on earth we rejoice in her life in eternity rejoined with all those she loves in Heaven. Someday we shall all be together again


My Grandmother calls me lovely
And in her eyes I can be
Everything good and kind in this world
And all that she taught to me.

Her love is so very kind and generous
Her home always an open door
In our hearts you will always be
So precious and adored.

I can never say how many times
My love for you is so profound
In you our precious Grandmother
The true love of God is found

I love you with all my heart

Love Jeanne

A Poem I wrote for my lovely Grandmother♥

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"A Grandmother always has time for you even if the rest of the

world is busy." ~ G Sanders

Now comes the hardest part of grieving and saying good bye. Besides learning to cope without your loved one present, the second hardest thing other than saying good bye if you are blessed to do so, is the clearing out process of your loved ones things.
As all of us have endured the cleaning out and going through your loved ones things once they are gone, Steve and Ruth had a hard job to do the last few days as all of us suffering the loss of a loved one know. They have Grandma's room emptied of all of it's content and were busy making the arrangements for Grandma's transition to Heaven. Grandma's room is so bare and lonely now. When I went to the nursing home this morning I brought a gift for them and a thank you card and thanked them all for the most excellent care of Grandma. They all told me what a beautiful person she was and how lucky we were to have her for 100 years. I agreed. They are all so sad and said she was the nicest person ever always making everyone feel good with her kind words and making everyone feel like a "movie star" and always was so polite and said please and thank you and never caused a problem. They are a great group of dedicated hard working people. All the people that were able to communicate with me on Grandma's floor came to me and told me many wonderful experiences they all shared with her. What a legacy our loving Mary leaves everyone She was the most remarkable woman as was my beloved Mother. We should all learn that kindness is the highest wisdom that is what I was taught by Mom and Grandma and it reflects so well. Thank you every one for your love and prayers and messages and phone calls and things sent. Our hearts are broken but we must rejoice for her eternal life in Heaven with all of her loved ones up there. Someday we shall all meet again. I can picture Grandma raising her right arm and waving HERE I AM as she always announced here on Earth when she was somewhere. Heaven has a new angel with golden wings. X0X0 Our family is definitely feeling the loss of a great woman.



Words from my Son


We were all gorgeous, beautiful and movie stars to you great gram. You were the embodiment of a risk-taker coming to a brave new world by boat at 16 and not knowing a lick of English. You would give the shirt off your back and more, even when you didn't have much to give. Best of all, you created a wonderful, loving family! I'll always remember your cheek pinches, kisses, smiles, laughter and lovely juice whenever I came to visit. May you rest in peace...Love Justin Ahram and Logan



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She glances at the photo and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes 
~Frank Deford~



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 Happiness is home. And home is not a house-home is a mythological conceit. It is a state of mind. A place of communion and unconditional love. It is where, when you cross its threshold, you finally feel at peace.
― Dennis Lehane




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100 years is how long she lived
This was from her 99th birthday








Grandma's Hands


Photograph as my Grandmother as a young bride



This is a favorite of Mine
I love my Grandmothers hands and everything about her.
Every day shared with her is beyond precious.

GRANDMA'S HANDS


"Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn ' t move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.

When I sat down beside her she didn ' t acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I ' m fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear voice strong.

"I didn ' t mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.

"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked.. "I mean really looked at your hands?"

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.

Grandma smiled and related this story:

"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.

"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.

They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.

"They have been dirty, scraped and raw , swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.

They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.

"They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn 't understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.

"These hands are the mark of where I ' ve been and the ruggedness of life.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."

I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma ' s hands and led her home.

When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.

I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face."

Author Unknown to me



She glances at the photo and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes 
~Frank Deford~

"We are all visitors to this time, this place.
We are just passing through.
Our purpose here is to observe,
to learn, to grow, to love...
and then we return home. "
ABORIGINAL PROVERB


Lovely photograph taken by cousin Darlene


“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.”
– Louise Erdrich





Grandma with Kim in my apartment on Rooney Street 1973


Grandma with Aunt Shirley




The Church on Parent Avenue
where her and her sister Pauline had a double wedding
one Easter Sunday


Back yard party at Uncle Ed and Aunt Pearls lovely home
in Westland


Grandma always surrounded by those she loves

Glamma Glamorous Grandma

Grandpa and Grandma

Grandpa and Grandma with Mary Shirley Steve and Ed



Grandma on her wedding day to Grandpa Lendvai
with  Mom Ed and Mary



Your hugs and loved and  warmed me for many winter days Grandma
I love you with all my heart
I shall miss you forever





Grandma and Mom beside Paul and I on our wedding day









Two January beauties Wendy and Grandma





I crown thee most lovely



Dancing with my precious Grandmother
You were always the life of the party
Your famous line
Here I am.


Grandma you were  always most happy
when you are surrounded by those you love




Grandmother you share your love and your heart
and we all cherish and adore you 
We all love you so very very much
We shall miss you forever


God bless you today, tomorrow and always
You are the piece of gold that travels through our souls.


Grandma has been beside many of us on our wedding days to share our love
and happiness and give us many memories to cherish






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Debbie and Pats house was always so much fun and still is




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We all shared so much love and happiness in that house on Campbell Avenue

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At the end of life we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made, how many great things we have done.
We will be judged by "I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat, I was naked and you clothed me. I was homeless, and you took me in.”





In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. - Abraham Lincoln





Az a szép, az a szép akinek a szeme kék
Akinek a szeme kék.
Lám az enyém, lám az enyém sötét kék
Mégsem vagyok a babámnak elég szép

Az a szép, az a szép akinek a szeme kék
Akinek a szeme fekete.

Beautiful is, beautiful is whose eyes are blue
Whose eyes are blue.
Well mine are, well mine are dark blue
Still am not beautiful enough for my lover

Beautiful is, beautiful is whose eyes are blue
Whose eyes are black.

Because the melody was so popular many different text have been 
written for it, but most faded into obscurity. But this one endures.

“Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having...

“Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower,

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind,

In the primal sympathy

Which having been must ever be,

In the soothing thoughts that spring

Out of human suffering,

In the faith that looks through death,

In years that bring the philosophic mind.” 

These lines are from William Wordsworth’s “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood.”

I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck
something you always said to me and I say to you 
every time I say I'll see you soon Grandma





You are my Sunshine my only Sunshine
A song you always sang to me





Special is used to describe someone one of a kind
Special is a word to describe YOU♥

To be happy in life just love one another.


3 comments:

  1. what a lovely lady and legacy *of* love.
    i'm so very sorry for your loss ....
    {{{ gentle hug & prayer }}}

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  2. Big hugs thank you for your kind words

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  3. Much love to you Jeanne, and my deepest sympathy. What a lovely lady your grandmother was, and you were so blessed to have her in your life, as she was you.

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