June Oresta Venturo

June O. Venturo, “a Mom”, passed away peacefully, embraced by her family on March 28, 2022. June was born on July 11, 1928 in Medford, Oregon. June had several employments, including one at United Airlines. Her passion was as an artist. However, her major role in life was to be a mom, a grandma, and great-grandma. She loved cooking and gardening. As you can tell from the following, June along with husband Joe, amassed their fortune in children.

June is survived by her children: Stephanie Venturo, Cheryl and Jay Tabachnick, Joseph Venturo, Jr., John and Merrie Venturo, Jim and Lynn Venturo, and Jeff and Cindy Venturo.

Grandchildren Zakary and Cora Venturo, Justin & Jesse Venturo, Crystal and Shane Frye, Jason Venturo, Talon and Ashley Venturo, Hunter and Autumn Venturo, Mike Jones, Cody Thrasher-Ehly, Dawn Rhodes-Vensel, Karen Oster, and Carol Ann Jones.

Great-grandchildren Austin Venturo, Ashlie Wickersham, Cole Venturo (and his foster family: Tim, Stacey, Kendal, Lester and Steven Howard), Hannah Wickersham, Isabelle (Bella) Frye, Tristan & Haley & Archer Venturo, Ender Novak, Myah & Karley Rhodes, Stormy Tompkins, Harmony, Manny, Joshua, Tristan, Mckenzie, Charity, Abbie, Randall, Ricky, and Logan Oster.

The family is most grateful to Frank and Roseanne Venturo, Jackie and Dan Wickersham, Vic & Katie Fauvelle, and Gary Fortin, who always asked about her and remembered her on holidays and birthdays. Plus numerous friends and family from coast to coast.

She is also survived by brother Darrel Bailes and was preceded in death by sisters Arleen Fortin and Beverly Fauvelle.

June always tried to keep family close and tried her best that no one did without. She tried to build the beautiful in all ways.

A mom is more than having given birth to a child. A mom knows that soul long before the child is born.

A mom knows her child is completely dependent, she builds courage, support its dreams, and loves unconditionally, even when discipline is necessary. And at times she would be very, very angry.

Even when old enough to have children of our own, we never cease to see a mom as anything else and a piece of us becomes a child again when around her.

A mom means sleepless nights, being stern yet protective, bracing for the fall and consoling afterwards.

A mom knows that sometimes she needs to let go to someone who can teach them things she can’t.

A mom, seeing her child cry can sometimes make it all better quickly when the child is young, but realizes as the years go by, she will not be able to fix things. So, she listens, hugs and cries along with them or alone so no one sees.

It’s having the patience for childish tantrums.

It’s nurturing, without being indulgent.

It’s loving unconditionally.

It’s letting go and supporting them.

It’s teaching them failure is a part of life.

It’s going without so they won’t have to.

It’s the purest form of love in the universe.

When her time is short, she sees her family grown with all their flaws and differences. We tell her we’ll be okay.

They are her treasures, her secret hopes and dreams played out.

When it is her time, after meeting with the boy who went before her, she’ll ask him what he’s been doing all this time. His reply is that he’s been waiting to dance with her again. But God will call to her and tell her that her work is not yet done. He’ll tell her that it is her job to care for all the children in heaven who have no one. That they’ll live in the house her husband built while he was waiting for her to arrive. The angels took her home. Love her—you’ll never have another.

Mom’s never really leave us. They just keep house in the sky, bake cookies and pie. They keep the moonbeams shining so we know where to walk. And they wait for us to come home. Every flower will remind us that she’s waiting.

Ciao, mamma.

“We’ll meet again

Don’t know where

Don’t know when

But I know we’ll meet again some sunny day…”