Given that we’d drifted from each other somewhat in my own adulthood, it was the perfect opportunity to reconnect — and a glimpse into the generous, spirited woman I’d known all my life. Our weekly dinners became a gift: I learned recipes, yes, but mostly I learned more about Judy’s gratitude, resilience, and unfailing kindness — even in the face of profound hardships.
Judy was like a second mother to me. She and her husband, Andre, were fixtures at family celebrations, their generosity unmistakable. Born in Hungary, Judy had survived the Holocaust, spent time in a refugee camp in Italy, and eventually built a life in Canada with Andre. She faced terrible family losses that could have hardened her. Instead, she chose a different path. “I chose not to live in those dark times,” she told me. “I chose to be grateful for what I have.”
That gratitude became action. Judy and Andre were always stepping in whenever they saw need — taking a second mortgage to help a family after illness, buying essentials for relatives who were struggling, and quietly supporting neighbours and friends as well as underserved communities and organizations.
Judy’s gratitude for North York General was personal and enduring. She and Andre had both received care here many times, and she never missed a chance to show her thanks. After Andre’s surgeries, she would famously send cases of champagne to the team so that doctors and nurses would remember how much their work meant.