This memorial website was created in the memory of our beloved father, grandfather and husband, John Lazarhoff, 89, almost making it to 90, born on October 7, 1922 and passed away on October 5, 2012. We will remember him forever.
Our family will not be having a funeral at this time, however, we will be holding a memorial for our Dad at a later date. We hope that you will take a moment to remember our special father and, if you have a story or tribute you can share with us, please do. We take comfort in the memories you share with us and we appreciate your contributions. We will continue to visit this memorial to our father as it grows with everyone's shared memories and tributes. We hope that you will check back occasionally, also, for more photos and stories in the next few weeks. Even though he is gone, he will never be forgotten.
Tributes
Leave a tributeNadya
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgK0QleGfSY
Russian Dancing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzYiQuChDjs&list=PLnKQP7kGvkxAWgO5YNXOgCR8B5DudM2T7
(highlight and open link below)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4emayyuXkI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W92SxX_hv3Q
Love Rod & Pat (in-laws)
Russ, Madacen, and I are very sorry for your loss. We got to know John during his many trips to Calgary visiting his daughters. We will remember him for his friendly smile and big laugh. He was so lucky to have very supportive children that were there for him during the last stages of his life. He will remain in your hearts forever.
Johann you will be missed & may you rest in peace.
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Nadya
Nasdrovia!
The Circle of Life
You have a beautiful great-grand daughter, Dad, born January 27, 2013 - baby Scarlett. Life continues and so does your family and your legacy. Your grandson, Jamie, who has grown up into a fine young man, is now a proud Daddy. A happy time as the circle of life continues... we all love you and think of you often.
Lazarhoff Christmas
Choosing a Christmas tree for our home every year was always a challenge. I remember going out with my Dad and my younger brother, Johnny; usually parking and disembarking along Surluga Road.
We were always looking for a specific type of tree, as requested by my mother. It needed to be tall and narrow, not too full, and "just right". Of course, Johnny and I would want to pick the first tree we came across that might fit the description, just to avoid trudging any farther into the deep snow and freezing all of our extremities.
Whenever Johnny and I would suggest that, "this is the one!", Dad would always say in his heavily Russian-accented English, "Mama don't like!" It would take quite a long time until the "right one" was found; we felt very victorious when we finally heard my Dad say, "Mama like!" At last! We had our family Christmas tree! And more importantly, we could go home and get warm!