With a sad heart, I glanced through family picture albums plucking sweet memories from the pages of Baba, the woman we all dearly love, and will miss. Baba's strength carried her through decades of both hardships and triumphs, never wavering. I am so proud that She was my Baba, as I loved everything about her very much. Her amazing hands that made delicious food, that we always looked forward to eating, and shortly thereafter looked forward to eating again. I remember In awe, watching her hands deftly fold and nip Padaheh, roll and tuck Holibtsi, and always pulling large pans of wonderful smelling and tasting cheesecakes, or peach pies from the oven. Her kitchen always smelled 'dilly' and sweet. Her hands moved incredibly fast when hemming a garment, or smocking a blouse- I still have mine, but unfortunatley no longer fits. Baba had a unique sense of humour that would pop out when you least expected, however, guaranteed to make you chuckle, and smile every time. But one of many attributes that stands out, was Baba's immense heart and the kindness she bestowed on all of us. During one of my many 'sleepovers' when I was young, before going to bed, I saw Baba kneeling by her bed whispering, I quietly knelt beside her and asked who she was talking to, and she said 'I am praying for everyone', and she then named all the people near and dear to her, and I bowed my head in prayer too. Then the next day after breakfast, she asked me to get lottery tickets , and scratch and wins from the corner store, and said that if she won she would share with everyone. Baba, we won the lottery by having you in our lives fo such a long time. All my love, Jo-Anne