Malgorzata (Margaret) Wojtarowicz, known to friends as “Maggie”, passed away on 15 September 2017, at the age of 44 years, in the Palliative Care Unit of the Vancouver General Hospital, surrounded by the love of her family and friends near and far.
Self described as a Poetess, Writer, Traveler, Food Lover and [Civil/Environmental] Engineer; Maggie fully lived all her days! Despite the physical challenges of living with dystonia, she loved to dance, ride bikes, ski and converse for hours on topics curiously plain and deep alike. She defied cancer not once, but twice before her body succumbed to it the third time. She was a beautiful soul that inspired so many to live every moment with purpose and joy. She will be deeply missed but forever remembered.
In true Maggie’s Way fashion, her funeral arrangements may be a bit unusual but just the way she wanted them! A personally planned Celebration of Life / Transition Party already took place on 5 September at the Vancouver General Hospital with Maggie in attendance surrounded by so much love, joy and of course tears, but bravely none of them her own. In her final days, she was flooded with emails, texts, posts, calls and visits from friends, loved ones, acquaintances, co-workers, fans and family from far and wide letting her know just how much she and her life have meant to everyone. What a wonderful send off! Maggie has asked to be cremated, and for her ashes to be privately spread in Vancouver, the city she loved, and Toronto, where the majority of her family resides.
At Maggie’s request, the family would like to honour her with a memorial bench in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.) where Maggie often visited and always felt a spiritual connection. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made for her dedication bench at the following website: https://donate.vancouver.ca/maggie
Condolences may be left on Maggie’s website: http://maggiesway.ca/category/writing/thorny-roses
Below is one of Maggie’s last poems, never before published, in which you may find comfort and for all to enjoy.
Celebration of Life – The Final Bow
Some cry, some weep,
Yet others sob,
Lamenting loss of life
And others jest,
Thus making light,
Knowing it all a joke
Our lives are but
A stage performance,
From which we all must part
‘Tis that we live
Not what we do
That drives us to live more