Victoria Ann Gadles

Vicki, born October 21, 1952, passed away after a life that can best be described as uniquely, unapologetically, and unmistakably Vicki.

She leaves behind her loving husband and high school sweetheart, whom she met at Cardinal Spellman High School in Brockton when he asked to borrow some lunch money. Apparently, it was a pretty good investment. The rest, as they say, is history. Together they built a life and raised three sons, Ryan, Curtis, and Brandon. She also leaves behind daughters-in-law Michelle and Mia, her beloved grandson Bohdi, and a whole collection of grandnieces and grandnephews who were lucky enough to know her. Vicki was also a sister, and anyone who knew her knew that her brothers were an important part of her story. She leaves behind her older brother Mark and her brother Tim—better known, for reasons perhaps best left to family history, as “The Weasel.” and it would be impossible to tell Vicki's story without remembering her eldest brother, Wayne, who passed away 21 years ago. Additionally, she leaves behind 3 great friends and sister in Laws, Cheryl, Sharon and Linda. The years may have passed, but Wayne never stopped being a part of the family or a part of Vicki's life. There is something comforting now in imagining brother and sister together again after all these years.

Vicki was tough as nails. Not the kind of tough that needed to announce itself—the kind you simply knew was there. She passed that toughness, determination, and refusal to quit down to her children, whether they asked for it or not.In 2017, Vicki was diagnosed with cancer and given just a 15% chance of surviving five years. Naturally, Vicki apparently took that as more of a suggestion than a prognosis.She beat the odds and gave herself—and everyone who loved her—nine more years and she lived them.

She got to watch Brandon get married. She saw Curtis become a father and experienced the incredible joy of becoming grandmother to Bohdi. She traveled by yacht through the Bahamas, took a private jet to Puerto Rico, and made two trips to what became her newest favorite place, Nantucket. It turns out Vicki developed fairly expensive taste toward the end, and honestly, good for her.

Perhaps one of the greatest testaments to the woman she was is the friendships she carried throughout her life. Vicki had an extraordinary group of friends who remained by her side for more than 40 years. She loved Roberta, Sue, Donna, Jackie, and Marcia dearly, along with her sisters-in-law Cheryl, Sharon, and Linda. These weren't simply people she knew. They were part of the fabric of her life.Forty-year friendships tell you something about a person. So do 50-plus-year marriages. So does raising three sons. And so does looking at a 15% chance of survival and sticking around for another nine years anyway. The mold was broken when Vicki was born. She was tough, loyal, funny, stubborn, loving, resilient, and entirely her own person. She belonged to a generation of women who didn't need to talk very much about being strong. They simply were.

Vicki was the last of a dying breed. Her family will miss her toughness. They'll miss her humor. They'll miss the things she said, the things she did, and probably even some of the things that drove them absolutely crazy.

Most of all, they'll simply miss her.

Because there was only one Vicki.

And there will never be another.

Visitation will be held in the Sullivan Funeral Home 551 Washington St.,(Rte 53) Hanover on Saturday August 15, 2026 from 3 - 6 pm. Relatives and friends are respectfully invited to attend. Burial will be private.