Submitted by: Mary Jo Koran
SOUTH BEND TRIBUNE -
Obituary: Mildred Vadas Ransberger
Mildred "Milly" Vadas
Ransberger, 81, of
She was born on June 23, 1922, to the late John and
Margaret (Jaworski) Savko in Baltimore, Md., and had lived in the South Bend
area most of her life, coming from Baltimore. She was also preceded in death by
two sisters, Dorothy Pacala and Irene Dobrodt; and by a brother, Raymond Savko.
On
Mrs. Ransberger was the
owner/operator of Sheiks Tavern in
She is survived by her daughter,
Sharon A. (Richard) Seifert of South Bend; her son, Jon E. (Mary Lou) Vadas of
West Chester, Ohio; a stepdaughter, Mary Ann Ransberger; a stepson, William
Ransberger; five grandchildren, Shelly (Dan) Lettieri of Aurora, Ill., Greg
(Michelle) Seifert of Greensboro, N.C., Sean Vadas of Cleveland, Ohio, Kristen
Vadas of New Jersey and Ryan Vadas of Colorado; a step-granddaughter, Kristina
Ransberger; six great-grandchildren, Corey, Cole, Chase, and Cameron Lettieri,
Isabel and George Seifert; a brother, Melvin (Virginia) Savko of Tallahassee,
Fla., and by a sister-in-law, Jean (Bob) Warren of Mishawaka.
A Mass of Christian Burial will
be held at 11 a.m. Thursday, Dec. 4, in Holy Cross Catholic Church, with Rev.
James Rigert, C.S.C., officiating. Entombment will follow at
Memorial contributions may be
made to
"Milly," as she was
known to everyone, was there when you needed her and never expected anything in
return. She made everyone feel welcomed and loved.
To her grandchildren she was not
only their grandmother but their friend.
To her great-grandchildren she
was their playmate. The called her "Gi Gi." She lived for them
To her children, Sharon and Jon,
she was someone they looked up to. We didn't have a chance to say goodbye and
thanks for the love that you have shown us, which we now share with our
children.
Goodnight Mom, we love you and
will miss you.
Do not stand at my grave
and weep.
I am not there. I do not
sleep.
I am a thousand winds that
blow.
I am the diamond glints on
snow.
I am the sunlight on
ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn
rain.
When you awaken in the
morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting
rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star that
shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave
and cry.
I am not there. I did not
die.