Wednesday, October 4, 2017
Grandma VDK, you were a woman of generosity, intelligence, faith, and grace. You were an adventurer beyond your time – the first of ten siblings to move from your small rural francophone hometown in Manitoba to Vancouver in your early 20s, where you explored, met friends, worked odd jobs, developed your sense of style, danced, dated, met Grandpa, and fell in love. You raised two beautiful children followed by four lucky grandchildren. You inspired my love of politics—you made us drop everything to watch the 6 o’clock news every night, but took the time to explain difficult concepts like love, war, refugee movements, and social change. You took me to my first concert (Rita MacNeil!), and taught me how to make a mean tortière. You were like a third parent and a best friend to me; I cherish the time we spent together for so many years.
You are so loved. And you will be so missed.
I never imagined this day would come, Grandma. I don’t feel ready to say goodbye, but I know Grandpa is waiting for you with open arms.
“When I reflect on my life blessed with good health and love of our family and friends, I would not change a thing.”
– Jeannette Marie Van De Keere (1982) in “L’Arbre de Laurent Tougas et Rosanna Choquette” (translated)
Love Laurel
