Antonietta Patriarca

Antonietta passed away after a short illness on Sunday, January 21, 2018 at Grace Hospital. Predeceased by first husband Vito Cannata and second husband Luciano Patriarca. She leaves behind her two daughters who adored her, Giovanna (Andrew Milne-Allan) and Maria Giacinta (Luciano Conte). She was a loving nonna who spoiled her grandchildren whenever she could. Mauro (Melissa), Luciana (Dave), Francesca and Gia. She was also the proud grandmother to Margaret, Francis and Xavier whose entertaining little videos made her very happy.

Antonietta’s infectious charm, her laughter and her generosity will be missed by the many friends and neighbours and their children, whom she loved and respected. There was always a cup of espresso and biscotti ready for anyone who came to her door and more often than not glasses of wine and chunks of cheese. The world has lost an original and heaven has gained another angel.

Thank you to the staff at Grace Hospital, palliative care. Visitation will be at Jerrett Funeral Home, 1141 St. Clair Ave. W. on Thursday, January 25 from 2/4 6/9 pm. Funeral mass on Friday, January 26 at 11;00 AM at St. Nicholas of Bari Catholic Church, 1277 St. Clair Avenue West. Burial at Prospect Cemetery. Donations to the Grace Hospital, palliative care would be appreciated.

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Sta` Vita (dialetto cepranese)

chi l’avess mai credut

sta` vita

quant passe che so fatte

quant giorne se ne so ite

quant piant e sacrifice

e alla fine che te lasse

figlia mia che te lasse

na casa piccula

ma pagata

chella medaglia d’oro

che padrete me dett

me l’au rubata

niente soldi e niente oro

figlia mia

ma quant cose i te dess

ma sole ste dialett me rimane

ste dialett che quasi quasi n’capisce

e` ne regale senza prezz

na specie de poesia

e quant stiamo insieme

zitte, zitte

calme, calme

sient, sient bella figlia mia

come st’core ancora batte

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My Mother Wants

my mother is a practical woman

she wants nothing more

than my complete happiness

nothing more than to hear

my voice each day

free of anxiety or pain

nothing more than to know

my heart is strong and

full of love

she births me again

with every heartbeat

it is this unbelievable need

to love me with every molecule

that keeps her breathing

she needs nothing more

than my dreams my ambitions

to know success

my mother wants only my truth

never acknowledging the lies

between us they are non-existent

i am completely at home

in her love

there is no country or flag

no discourse on belonging

that must allow birth a definition

it is pure love that makes it home

i too am a practical woman

i want nothing more than

my mother to live

forever