Victereene Bertha DRAPER 1930 – 2013 Victereene (Vicky) – passed away at Royal Victoria Regional Health Centre in Barrie, on Wednesday, December 11, 2013, in her 83rd year. Much loved daughter of the late Mydra Arksey and John Draper. Predeceased by her partner David Fowle, and survived by her sister Marjorie (Wilfred, deceased) Herbert, and brothers John (Louis) Draper and Wallace (Joyce) Draper. She will be greatly missed by her many nieces and nephews and friends. Vicky was born in Barrie on April 4, 1930 and was raised north of Elmvale. A graduate of the University of Toronto, her love of learning and academia resulted in a very successful career in higher Education. She began her career in 1959, working as an administrator at YorkUniversity’s Glendon campus, and finally retiring at YorkUniversity’s North York campus in 1990. She held many important roles during her career in such capacities as the Assistant to the Dean of the Faculty of Arts, Coordinating Student Programs, and Finance. She met her late partner, David Fowle at York, and they shared a love of nature, travelling and academia. In accordance with her wishes, there will not be funeral or a reception, at this time. A Celebration of her Life will be organized at a later date. Donations can be made in memoriam to the Stephen Lewis Foundation, an organization she strongly cared for and supported. Incredible gratitude must be given to Mary Zafaralla (Lanie), who has been a wonderful care worker and friend to Vicky over these past 18 months.
Condolences can be made at www.marshallwdrivercremationandburialservice.ca
She is gone
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side, spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until; at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then, someone at my side says, “There, she is gone” Gone
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side. And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port. Her diminished size is in me – not in her. And, just at the moment when someone says, “There, she is gone”, there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes” And that is dying….