My beautiful, beloved husband, Myron Warywoda, took his last breath on January 15, 2024. How do I begin to write the kind of tribute you deserve, my darling husband? Bear with me, reader. This is perhaps more of a love letter than an obituary, a necessary catharsis for me in my sorrow.
After 16 years of living with Parkinson’s Disease, you took back the control that the disease had slowly been robbing from you. You never complained, maintaining your smile and your sense of humour, even as you suffered so, so much this past year. Ultimately, however, you took back the control; and with the help of MAID, you decided the time, the place and the manner of your passing.
And it was peaceful, painless and beautiful. All of us in your room were thankful to share the moment, a moment softened by music, prayers, tears and smiles, the pink rays of a magnificent sunset coming through your window to grace your passing. A beautiful farewell to a beautiful man! Yours was a life well lived, my darling, happily, successfully.
You were an amazing athlete, a star in so many sports. You were a well-loved PhysEd teacher for 35 years, and you coached high school teams every season of your career. Your students and your athletes loved you and respected you because you were a mentor, impacting their lives by recognizing their potential and their personal worth as individuals.
As one young man said, “To me, he was an 8-foot giant, a really classy man!” So many friends will miss you: your Selkir.
