A Database of the Dead

Below, you will find a database of the dead. In it, you are invited to anonymously enter the names of anyone who has died. Each name entered into the database will be inscribed into a scroll which will be read from on the night of Grief. For your convenience, we have prepared an FAQ which we hope will help better acquaint you with this Database of the Dead, and answer any questions you may have.

Please note that once a name has been submitted, you will not be able to edit it. If a change is necessary, click revision, and we will do our best to assist you.

As of noon eastern standard time on June 30th, we will cease to inscribe anymore names from the Database of the Dead into the scroll from which we will read on the night of Grief. Thank you to everyone who has entered the names of the dead. We are honoured to recite these names on your behalf. You are welcome to continue entering names into the Database of the Dead. We will leave it intact online for the foreseeable future. But we will not be publicly reciting any name after this point. Thank you.

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The Name of the Dead*
First and last name.
How is this name pronounced?
If the name of the dead is commonly pronounced incorrectly by native English speakers, please help us say the name as it is intended to be heard. You can consult nameshouts.com (opens in a new tab) to assist you in writing the name phonetically.
About The Dead*
This section is an opportunity to share memories about the dead, but is also intended to help visitors avoid entering names of the dead that have already been entered. For this reason, please try to describe the most characteristic attributes about the dead—family members, life accomplishments, physical descriptions, and activities for which the dead were best known when they were alive… These are the things most likely to help other visitors navigate the database. And once again, we ask that you please search the database before entering a name. Thank you.
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The Name of the Dead	Pronunciation (if you feel it would be useful)	About the Dead
David Lambert		Legend....father of Sophie and Richard Lambert. Grandfather to Darcy and Kittie
Robin Edwards		Best Friend of Zoe Thorn. Ballerina in the sky, loved by so many
Roy	Stevens	Grandfather to Zoe Thorn
Justin Bokma		1974 - 2016 Dont think of him as gone away his journeys just begun; Life holds so many facets this earth is only one. Just think of him as resting from... Read more about Justin Bokma Dont think of him as gone away his journeys just begun; Life holds so many facets this earth is only one. Just think of him as resting from the sorrows and the tears in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years. Think how he must be wishing that we could know today how nothing but our sadness can really pass away. And think of him as living in the hearts of those he touched......for nothing loved was ever lost and he was loved so much Read less about Justin Bokma
Brandon Crewson		A son, a father, a brother
Peter Keith Crewson		2019 Father, husband, friend, recently gone and deeply missed.
Bruce Robert Lessells		A kind heart, a lost soul.
Mary Agnes Lessells nee: Smith		Daughter, mother, sister, deeply spiritual.
Robert Hamilton Lessells		RCAF veteran, son, father, Canada Customs employee
Dave MacDonald		Dave, my friend, how I wish we could have one last drink together.
Kenneth Charles Russell		My father, an inspector of sunrises.
Jean-Marc Russell	John Marc Russell	My brother, father to my three nephews. He is deeply missed.
Abraham Rappaport		My Great Grandfather
Beryl Wilensky		My Great Grandfather
Bubba Chasha Kotkin Wilensky		My Great Grandmother
Hyman Wilensky		My Zeide. A giver, a care giver to the community, a lover of Judaism. Warm and loving.
Rebecca Rappaport Wilensky		My Bubbe. Strong, kept the family together, a lover of Judaism and Israel. Sometimes angry and hurt.
Louis Lesk		My Grandfather. A kind, dreamy, spiritual, soulful and musical man.
Ida Rachel Goldman Lesk		My Grandmother. A strong woman, sometimes angry and bitter. Kept the family going.
David Rappaport		My Great Uncle Davie, lots of fun, warm, loving, inspiring to us kids
Lieba Sharon Wilensky Lesk		My mother, full of life, a giver, vivacious, loving, soulful
Anna Behun	Anna Beh-hoon	My great grandmother is my hero. When her husband left her in Slovakia with the kids for a new life in Canada with promises to send for... Read more about Anna Behun My great grandmother is my hero. When her husband left her in Slovakia with the kids for a new life in Canada with promises to send for them, she didn't wait passively. She took odd jobs and scrimped and saved money for the passage for her and her 3 surviving kids. When he never sent for them, she boarded a ship, came to Canada not speaking a word of English and tracked him down in Montreal and said 'we are your responsibility - deal with it'. He had no choice to comply. Her strength, resilience, and warm heart were never lost in translation. Read less about Anna Behun
Vincent Edwards		Vince's dream was to own an optician store. It would be staffed by his children and his nephews. Once I married into the family, I was... Read more about Vincent Edwards Vince's dream was to own an optician store. It would be staffed by his children and his nephews. Once I married into the family, I was invited to work there as well. Vince would sit on a stool in the middle of the store and tell us all what to do. At the end of the day, we would all have dinner together. This is the Vince I knew and loved. Will always remember the power of music in his life, especially in the late stages of dementia. It allowed me to see glimpses of the man I would never know but who had left a legacy. Read less about Vincent Edwards
Mary Ondovcik	Mary Ondovick	Mary was my Baba and such an important woman in my life. She made it tough to love her at times but once you knew the way she expressed... Read more about Mary Ondovcik Mary was my Baba and such an important woman in my life. She made it tough to love her at times but once you knew the way she expressed love, you could see how deeply it went with her. Read less about Mary Ondovcik
Suzi (Susan) Horton-Ifill		1966 - 2013 A beautiful, humble and very creative spirit who was taken from her family and this earth too soon. She was born and died in Toronto. Her... Read more about Suzi (Susan) Horton-Ifill A beautiful, humble and very creative spirit who was taken from her family and this earth too soon. She was born and died in Toronto. Her ashes is with her great grand mother’s, grandmother’s and aunts’ in Trinidad, W.I. Peaceful rest, my daughter 🙏🏽 Read less about Suzi (Susan) Horton-Ifill
Reynold Benjamin Gibbs		Reynold (Pappie), lived most of his life in Princes Town, Trinidad W.I. He was born in the late 1800s and died in the early 1960s. Among... Read more about Reynold Benjamin Gibbs Reynold (Pappie), lived most of his life in Princes Town, Trinidad W.I. He was born in the late 1800s and died in the early 1960s. Among other credits, He was a strict educator. Rest In Peace. Pappie. Read less about Reynold Benjamin Gibbs
Harry Himelstein		Our dear father, husband, zaidy, uncle and friend was a true gentleman and kind soul who will live on in our hearts forever.
Gloria Himelstein		Our beloved mother, wife, bubie, aunt and friend was a beautiful soul and inspiration to all. Always loving, forever loved. Dance on.
Hunsi Swankey	Hun-see	A beautiful pianist, mother, grandmother, friend, activist, leader, teacher.
Harris Minarik	har-rees mi-na-reek	He played the bagpipes on the streets of Toronto, in a kilt and a punk studded jacket. He made people smile. Such a beautiful soul who... Read more about Harris Minarik He played the bagpipes on the streets of Toronto, in a kilt and a punk studded jacket. He made people smile. Such a beautiful soul who would help anyone who needed it. He helped me, he made me smile, I miss him so much. Janet and George, thank you for making someone who enriched my life. I know he loved you both so deeply. We miss you, everyone who knew you, misses you. Read less about Harris Minarik

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