Obituary for Helen Jelinek
During the moment of silence on November 11, Remembrance Day, Our Mother Quietly and Gently ended her war with liver disease.
Helen was born on the blessed island of Tinos in the Cyclades and moved to Athens as a young girl. In her 20's, the entire family made their way to Toronto and quickly met a Czech shoe store manager while shopping with her two sisters.
Though brief, the courtship was approved by her older brother and they married with little in common; including language and diet. Her plan was to become the best greek-czech cook, and so it began. Hosting every main event for all her siblings, they began a love for cuisine nothing like mediterranean food. Eventually, Dad accepted some greek recipes!
She said that her greatest joy was becoming a mother and honestly always encouraged me to learn the things she never was exposed to and yet; I never came home to not find the house smelling of some lovingly prepared fresh homemade meal.
We travelled, alot, and Dad eventually fell for Greece, wanting me to know my Blessed heritage, speak the language and stay connected to that part of me. I had a very enchanted travel diary, one of the gifts of towing the only child everywhere with them.
After Dad passed and as the illness progressed we wanted her to be in a cottage-like setting. Her room was close to trees, song birds (wild-turkeys), and deer (which is what our last name means translated). The sun shone on her from morning till sunset and she could see the river from her window.
She could make anyone laugh, she was funny, no question; She was Truly Loved & is praying for all of us that cared about her, as she did every day.
Helen was born on the blessed island of Tinos in the Cyclades and moved to Athens as a young girl. In her 20's, the entire family made their way to Toronto and quickly met a Czech shoe store manager while shopping with her two sisters.
Though brief, the courtship was approved by her older brother and they married with little in common; including language and diet. Her plan was to become the best greek-czech cook, and so it began. Hosting every main event for all her siblings, they began a love for cuisine nothing like mediterranean food. Eventually, Dad accepted some greek recipes!
She said that her greatest joy was becoming a mother and honestly always encouraged me to learn the things she never was exposed to and yet; I never came home to not find the house smelling of some lovingly prepared fresh homemade meal.
We travelled, alot, and Dad eventually fell for Greece, wanting me to know my Blessed heritage, speak the language and stay connected to that part of me. I had a very enchanted travel diary, one of the gifts of towing the only child everywhere with them.
After Dad passed and as the illness progressed we wanted her to be in a cottage-like setting. Her room was close to trees, song birds (wild-turkeys), and deer (which is what our last name means translated). The sun shone on her from morning till sunset and she could see the river from her window.
She could make anyone laugh, she was funny, no question; She was Truly Loved & is praying for all of us that cared about her, as she did every day.