My dear Kyra,
I am sorry for your loss!
May she rest peacefully.
Love and warmest hugs from me

Chère Kyra,
Lorsque nos grands parents s'éteignent, on change de génération et on trouve une nouvelle place dans l'échelle du temps. Lorsque ce sont nos parents, nous prenons des responsabilités d'orphelins et nous passons en première ligne. Au-dessus du vide et pourtant dans une continuité. Nous gardons le sentiment de leur présence, de ce qu'ils nous ont donné lorsqu'ils étaient valides et pleins d'attention pour nous, leurs enfants, ces personnes en construction - et non pas dans leur maladie dernière, lorsque nous sommes devenues les soeurs ainées de nos mères.

Ces quelques mots sont destinés à te tenir chaud, toi aussi. Je vous embrasse, toi, Marc, Madeleine et Clara.

A..

That is sad news to wake up to, not unexpected, and of course there is relief too, for her, for you, for her loved ones, but it saddens me regardless. Thank you for letting me know, stay strong. Do let me know what plans you have, if any, to mark her passing.

Much love from H and me, a big virtual hug.

A

Chère Kyra

J'ai souvent imaginé ce que tu vivais pendant ces mois , ces années de la maladie de ta mère . J'ai souvent pensé à elle aussi sans la connaître.
Mais imaginer n'est pas le vivre . " Dress me for I am cold " . Bouleversant .
Kyra , nous sommes de tout coeur près de toi .

Nous t'embrassons et te serrons dans nos bras . AM & C

Kyra I'm so sorry for your loss.
My father died 6 yrs ago on Jan 21. He also died in respiratory distress. Like your mom he was unable to support his airways. When we took him off life support he gasped, chocked, struggled to get air. But his brain couldn't tell his body to breath anymore. It had been too damaged by his fall. We watched him struggle, by his hospital bed, holding his hand, hoping that he would bounce back to life. I wanted my dad back.
Like your mom, his brain couldn't do the most basic human thing to support life - breath.
So sad. But this is part of our life cycle too. From children we become adults to have children and lose our parents. We asked for none of it but we have it all.

This morning I couldn't sleep (as usual). I imagined G and I lying out in the open under cozy sleeping bags watching the stars, with a cool breeze and no muskitos. It was dark but the sky was bright with lights of the unknown. We saw comets with long tails shooting through the night.

Even if these moments aren't real (it is minus 8 outside) it is what makes it all worth while. Love, and acceptance of the life we are given on this earth.

Kyra sorry about the long email. I'm really sad for you.
Please keep me informed about what you will do for your mom. I will support you and be there in any way I can.

Xoxoxoxoxoxox.

Condolences, my dear, hoping it ended in peace. I'm also sad to arrive at stage in life when the children's parents fade and for my generation, it is the contemporaries. .I really dread this tho' started already of course. Now, you have the positive of your children's lives to enjoy, thank goodness. Love to all. I

Kyra,
Your mum was a very positive influence for me as a child.

Mes plus profondes condoléances,
K

Kyra, this must come as a relief. I hope you can close with her. I hope that the world around you can stand stand by you in your mourning. I certainly think of you.

Love,
M
PS - I understood your lines as they were meant.

Les mots sont bien faibles. C'est toujours une absence, un jamais plus.
Je suis près de toi. Si je peux faire quelque chose.
M

Kyra
My condolences to you and your family.

What are your plans for a funeral or ?? Would you like flowers sent? Or ?

A is away in florida. D and I leave on Sunday jan 19 for a trip to South Africa. We return Feb7

Hugs to you... I realize these years have been very difficult.

Please let me know if there is something that I can do. I will let M know.

Warm regards,

K

Comment vas-tu toi Kyra dans tout ça?
Je sais que c'était compliqué avec ta maman. Alors je ne sais pas comment tu peux te sentir aujourd'hui. Mais je pense à toi.
G

Kyra
I'm happy, for you, that this is finally over - the waiting and the entire journey. Also, for your mother, it sounds like she was waiting too long and one can only hope that being released from such an extended end was a relief. Still, regardless of one's relationship to their parents, this is always very difficult. We're both thinking of you and hope you're finding time to take good care of yourself too.
Xok

Pourrais-tu me tenir au courant des événements éventuels pour que je puisse informer mes parents? Je t'embrasse, K

Chère Kyra,

C'est les yeux ouverts à l'instant de notre mort, ou de celle de nos proches, que l'image et les mots tissés tout au long d'une vie prennent soudain leur sens souverain.

Avec émotion,

F

Dear Kyra,

The finality always hits much harder than one expects.
Your are foremost on my mind.

even that the title" Dress me for I am cold" surfaced in your thoughts
echoes - we shall talk further about that

Please don't hesitate to lean, to ask for help.
Perhaps you can find a moment to let the sun shine on the palms of hands -
just still
feel yourself embraced, Kyra, with love, i

Dear Kyra,
Thinking of you, I'm sure this must be a difficult time. Thank you for sharing those precious, personal photographs.
Take care,
V

Mes condoléances
J

Je t'envoie tout mon amour.

F

Toutes mes condoléances Kyra. J 'espère que ça va
I

Bonsoir, Je viens d'apprendre la mauvaise mais inéluctable nouvelle. CE départ douloureux pour ceux qui restent a dû être un soulagement pour elle qui souffrait. Accepte toute ma solidarité et ma compréhension.

Bizatousses JM

Dear Kyra,
May she rest in peace.
Our thought are with you and the family.
Hugs,
T & S

I'm very sorry for your loss, which of course started many many years ago with her illness.

I hope that you find comfort at home. I don't know how grief and healing will manifest for you, but I hope that you know you are loved, and that you count on your friends as you need to. Even those who are so far away.

Love.

S

Kyra
There's so much poetry in the way you expressed her Passing that it almost doesn't sound real ...Une envolée lyrique... Please let me know if i can do something.
Je pense à toi
P

My Dearest Kyra

I was saddened to hear of your mother's passing.

I learned not long ago that she was in a home, and I shared that with a former colleague from Omer deSerres, Marie Desjardins. Marie had taken some classes with your mom, and she remarked that Marianne had quite a strong character. I think that this was legendary. Even though that I did not know her very well, I remember her presence and a sense of vunrability behind that ''no nonsense'' facade.

I don't why but I have an association with her and Harold Town (that sixties artist from Toronto) I seem to remember looking at a book with his drawings, and it was Marianne's book. It might have been you that showed it to me, at the old studio on William ave.

I seem to remember another time when I phoned her up , I think it was in regards to teaching jobs, or I was asking about studio space. I remember that she was very considerate and helpful, giving me names of people to contact.

I was quite touched by what you wrote to Ingeborg about being the newborn child looking at the mother.
It is quite a mystical event to lose a parent and I remember have that feeling of being an orphan and a motherless child when I lost my mother in 1998. She was in a coma in St. Boniface hospital in Winnipeg. While I went home to be with her, all hell broke loose in Québec with the ice storm. The ice storm permitted me to spend an extra week with her at the hospital. It was the strangest thing to be at the hospital with the Christmas trees and decorations and it is like being suspended in time between sadness and the festive season. And then watching what seemed to be apocalyptic unfolding on the national news.

Over the years my faith has grown stronger, and this is something that my mother taught me. Jesus is the vine and we have to remain connected to him. This mystery about where we are going after we die is adressed very clearly by Jesus himself in the Gospel of Saint John. The author of this gospel knew Jesus intimately, and he was at the foot of the cross with Mary his mother on the day that He died.

These passages, known as the ''Farewell discourses'' can be found in the New Testament Gospel of John, chapter 13 verses 33 to 38 and also continuing Chapter 14 and continuing up to the end of chapter 17.

These words, remembered by John, were probably spoken by Jesus to his disciples during the intimacy of a meal...or over a cup of tea.

These passages are so incredible because they go to the very heart of God and describe the great love that he has for his children.

May they all be one
Father, may they be one in us,
as you are in me and I am in you.
so that the world may believe it was you who sent me
and that I have loved them as much as you loved me
Father.
I want those you have given me
to be with me where I am

I will light a candle and ask the Lord to grant peace to Marianne's soul.

yours sincerely A

What little I understand of prayer I will say for you and your mother.

R

dear kyra, good morning, have you slept at all? i hope you find a bit of space & time to rest. are you overwhelmed with memories?
A

Dear Kyra,

Thank you for letting me know about your Mother's passing. I was also so moved to hear that she and Ingeborg and you stayed close through your Mom's illness. It was Ingeborg that referred your Mom to me and I took her classes for 10 years from 1986-1996 when I moved to Hong Kong. Our son K sold his truck to your Mom before we left Montreal. K was very fond of your Mother too. We all send our condolences to you . It has not been very easy for you . I will pass the news on to some others who took classes from your mom and know they would like to know. None of us would or could ever forget her.
She was the best teacher !!!
Warmest regards to you and your family.
Take care Kyra,

D

Dear Kyra. Thinking of you. I am sad but still it was not a happy life for your mother with the disease that she had.

I do have some good memories of your mother during the time when we were neighbors. And I still wear her scarves (I have several) and think of her in her creative life. In fact the other day I was wearing one at the Textile Museum where I volunteer and a staff member (who also creates scarves) commented on the one I was wearing, about how lovely it is.

And I am so glad you and your mother had such a dear and loyal friend as Ingeborg.

With love,

B

Toutes mes condoléances, ça fait beaucoup d'épreuves à vivre pour toi depuis un bout...
F

Les mots tourbillonnent dans ces tristes moments. On tente de trouver les bons mots, mais je pense qu'il n'y en a tout simplement pas. Mes pensées sont avec toi et toute ta belle famille.

Sincères condoléances,
Prenez soin de vous.
E

Lovely text

Dear Kyra,

I am sorry for your loss, and sending our best wishes and thoughts to you and your family. M & family

Chère Kyra,

Je t'envois mes condoléances. Je ne connaissais pas ta mère, mais il est évident qu'elle étais une grande partie de ton inspiration artistique, si importante dans ta vie quotidienne.

J'espère que ta santé est bonne, et celle de tes enfants aussi.

Je te souhaite une nouvelle année remplie de prospérité et de découvertes.

R

Kyra,

de tout coeur avec toi en ces heures inouïes. La disparition ultime de notre mère nous invite certainement à être au plus près de nos intuitions, très humblement. Passing, oui, nous sommes passages, de passage, les uns avec les autres, des relais, passeurs et passeuses. Nous sommes tous ensemble, un grand ensemble. Depuis ce matin, mes meilleures pensées vont jusqu'à toi, Kyra, jusqu'à vous, Kyra, Marc, Clara, Madeleine, & all around. Around Marianne Revenko.

C

Chère Kyra,

Je t'offre mes condoléances.

B

Marianne fut pour moi plus qu'un prof. Elle m'a traité avec respect et elle m'a permis de croire en moi-meme. C'est un cadeau que je n'ai jamais oublié. Merci Mes condoléances a sa famille.
M

Dear Kyra

I was sorry to learn about your mother. She meant so much to so many artists that she taught.

I studied with her in Pointe Claire 25 years ago and invited her to teach in Pennsylvania while I was there. She unleashed in inner artist in me. She was so good at getting each of us to grow. She was truly amazing. Because of her I have spent the last 25 years creating art, and winning awards. When I create something she is always in the back of my mind.

May your memories and those of others help you at this time

C

Salut Kyra.

Je suis désolée d'apprendre le deuil qui te touche. Ça fait partie de la vie, mais c'est toujours dur et triste de vivre ce moment. Mon père est parti trop tôt, trop vite il y a deux ans et je le sens encore. Je comprend tes sentiments et je souhaite que l'amour et la présence de ta famille te donne du courage en ce moment.
Avec amitié.
C

Toutes mes sympathies, Kyra même si je me doute que, pour elle comme pour toi, cet événement est aussi une libération. Celle d’une âme, perdue dans un corps qui ne la portait plus ou qui ne voulait plus qu’il la porte.
Je t’embrasse, ainsi que R.
M-S

Chère Kyra,

"the passing..." oui, comme tu l'écris nous ne faisons que passer dans cette vie. Te voilà sans maman...elle vivait déjà dans son monde depuis plusieurs années, mais elle était là! Et maintenant, elle n'est plus. Tu as toute ma sympathie et j'ai une pensée affectueuse pour elle et pour toi.

Je me rappelle quelques photos que tu m'as envoyées alors qu'elle était déjà placée..elle dansait; c'était très émouvant et aussi une ou deux autres photos, les dernières je crois où on voit son visage, un beau visage triste, lointain...ainsi va la vie et ...la mort.

Je vous embrasse tous les quatre. Faites moi un petit signe si vous avez envie de venir passer une journée à Sutton,

C

Mes condoléances Kyra

Je chanterai aujourd'hui un Ave Verum Corpus à l'enterrement de la femme d'un membre de ma chorale. J'adresserai également ce chant à ta maman.

V

Ta maman n'a pas été oubliée hier... Nous étions une trentaine... L'expérience fut brève mais touchante. Un profond sentiment d'amour et de paix m'a habité toute la soirée.
À ma sortie du complexe funéraire, un magnifique renard arpentait les allées du cimetière désert... Trop beau!

Dear Kyra,
Marianne has been very much in mind as I think back to the days of her involvement at the Visual Arts Centre, both as my colleague and teacher to many. Students would remember her sincerity, her devotion to "blind" contour and gesture drawing and the animation she brought to a session with dance. There was always music in her studio and she danced unselfconsciously for the class to encourage them to feel more movement and freedom. I can picture her there very vividly and will always remember her unique contribution to our "art family".
I send you my heartfelt sympathies and sincere condolences on behalf of others at the Visual Arts Centre. Wishing you much peace, solace ....and renewal of energies.
Warm regards,
E

allô kyra, belle amie
je suis en fin à la maison, long voyage, dans tous les sens...
j'ai pensé beaucoup à toi, j'ai regardé l'horizon pour toi, je t'amène un peu dechaleur, du soleil, du sable et quelques tendres nuages
appelle moi, stp, quand t'aurais du temps

je te serre dans mes bras
p

Chère Kyra, j'aime beaucoup ce mot-là de A. tout particulièrement, que j'imagine j'aurais pu t'écrire, mais en beaucoup moins bien :

"Chère Kyra,
Lorsque nos grands parents s'éteignent, on change de génération et on trouve une nouvelle place dans l'échelle du temps..."

Je me demande s'il peut y avoir une certaine vérité dans les moments de grande tristesse, et si cette vérité n'est pas une sorte de légèreté dans le poids du réel,un loulagement peut-être, je ne sais, car ce serait la légereté même du réel, en fait, qu'on croyait plus lourd, ou qui l'était vraiment, lourd, mais ne l'est plus, comme si on était alors prêt à entendre, à voir ou à comprendre quelque chose qui ne nous était jusque-là pas réservé, dont on était, dans une sorte d'attente, préservé, et qui vient maintenant, comme si ceux qui nous quittent laissaient après eux pour nous une trace qui n'est pas lourde, parce que c'est plus une sorte de dévoilement, de révélation qu'on reçoit pas comme une surprise, on dit un relais, un temoin, mais qui n'est jamais non plus comme quelque chose qu'on voulait, mais maintenant c'est là, une présence soudaine à soi que l'absence de l'autre rend possible, une nudité de l'autre qui nous rappelle à la nôtre, devant le miroir du temps qu'il nous tend, nudité qui n'est pas impudique mais que notre regard, pudique lui, ne daigne d'habitude guère croiser.

J

F