Let the memory of Boris be with us forever.
  • 58 years old
  • Born on December 27, 1959 in Kharkiv, Ukraine.
  • Passed away on February 11, 2018 in Mississauga, Canada.

Hello everyone!

This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Boris Kaschenko 58 years old, born on December 27, 1959 and passed away on February 11, 2018. We will remember him forever.

Boris was a man always striving to reach new heights. This was true in his personal life and career, or more literally on mountain peaks and rock faces. In all these dimensions of his life, Boris was known for his methodical, calculated and calm approach. It was through this approach, not just the successes and summits, that he showed us what you can achieve with a vision, hard work and determination. Boris taught us all to aim high, to make room for what you love every day. And that is a lesson that will forever inspire everyone who was lucky enough to cross his path.

I invite you to unmute your browser as there is a custom playlist that begins when the site opens that I uploaded to share with everyone.  It's a bunch of songs that Boris loved and that remind us of him. You can start the photo slideshow and watch it while listening to the songs.

Thank you so much for visiting this site. Through opportunities like this, Boris can live on forever, through our memories. Please, share what you remember about Boris. You can leave a tribute, add photos or contribute few words to the stories section.

Posted by Margarita Kaschenko on 12th March 2019
Эту поэму написал Борин друг Владимир Шевченко и прочёл её, когда мы собирались у нас дома вспоминать Борю в феврале 2019 года, через год после его ухода. Огромная тебе благодарность, Володя, за твою поэму. Пусть невозможно прошлое вернуть, И боль унять лекарством долгих лет. Борис ушёл, и остаётся путь, Борис ушёл, и остаётся свет... Бог не сотрёт ни голос, ни строку, Не пресечёт познанье глубины. Он – океан, а я на берегу Смотрю в живое зеркало волны. Я знаю: скоро предстоит поход, И сердце переплавит новый стих, И завтра наступает мой черёд Сказать: «Пришёл мой час, я ухожу. Прости...» Ни ветра, ни напутствия во след, Лишь та, что из окна махнёт рукой... И те, кто остаются на Земле, И тоже временно, и скоро на покой. Я верю, что потом, через года, Про Борю Кащенко промолвит кто-нибудь: - Пусть он ушёл, горит его звезда, Пусть он ушёл – за ним остался путь...
Posted by Margarita Kaschenko on 9th March 2019
What follows is a speech of Boris' older daughter Veronika at the Celebration of his life on February 21st, 2018. ------------------------------------------------------ We haven't really been following funeral traditions, so isn't realy a speech or eulogy. Instead I wanted to share a realization I had in past few months. When you become a parent, you look at your baby and to you it is literally the most precious thing you've ever seen. You think your baby is somehow more special than all other babies. But as you look back, you loose the rose coloured glasses. Luke and I look at Bella's baby photos saying "Oh my, she was so round and bald! How did we not see it?!" Obviously we still think she's the best, but your perspective changes. --------- What I realized was the child's perspective is quite the opposite. You grow up and at best you take your parents for granted. Worse, you think your parents were put on this earth to annoy and embarass you. You see their faults. BUT - as an adult - when you look back, you see your parents as precious. You realize that they are somehow better and more special than all other parents. ----------- So what I'm grateful for is that dad was around long enough for me to reach this age of 'parent appreciation' and have many years of showing him just how special he was to me. And in some twisted way I'm grateful for the cancer. That he didn't die in the mountains or an avalanche like some of his mountaineering friends. That I had time to thank him for giving me the most incredible life, for instilling in me a love for outdoors and respect for nature, for showing me that love and family takes work, but it is the only thing that matters. And for giving me his wisdom - so frequently - that I can hear his wise voice of reason in my mind whenever I need it. ----------- And I'm grateful that all of you, all of his friends, had time to do the same. To show him how much you love him in words and action. I think he was such a kind, selfless, giving person that he never expected much gratitude in return. I don't think he realized just how much his actions touched people. I take great comfort knowing that at the end, he felt proud of his life, of what he achieved. And although it was way too short, he achieved more than anyone I know. And I'd be lucky to achieve half as much in double the time. So, although there is so much sadness, let us also remember to feel pride, honour and gratitude for having this most incredible person in all our lives.

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