In Celebration of
Stephanie Anne Dragatakis
June 22, 1987 -
July 20, 2020
Sometimes it was all so simple, a good book, a comfortable chair and the pair of needy black cats hanging around, tails flicking over tales. Other times it had been more complicated, like when the gunman opened fire in Dawson College and she had to crouch in the corridor out of range and out of sight. Something of a contrarian, an alternate path was always more interesting than straight ahead. As a certified chef, Steph relished encountering runcible spoons in her road. Life was like the food she served and prepared, meant to be savored and enjoyed. And there was no better place for that than Montreal.
Somewhat of a rebellious student while attending Lower Canada College, Stephanie contemplated a future in law anyway. Ultimately, she decided fusty arcana did not suit her temperament. Stephanie spent her entire career in the service industry, often working two jobs. For a few years she took three shifts a week at a downtown pub. Frequently sporting a Castro cap, Stephanie was five feet of no-nonsense behind her bar, pepper spray close at hand. Like her regulars who adored her, she knew exactly what was wrong with the Montreal Canadiens.
The first concert Stephanie attended was performed by the Rolling Stones. Might as well start at the top and there was no better escort that night than her stepfather Allen. Her younger brother Nik, an accomplished musician and composer, is a jazz fiend. Her older brother, Cas is also a certified chef. She thought they all complemented each other perfectly. At the regular Sunday suppers with three generations around the table, there was always a lot to discuss and challenge each other with. Often, they would conspire to drive her mother Anne to distraction. Wind Mom up and watch her go.
Thirty-three years in her journey, Stephanie’s life was coming together according to her vision. The coronavirus pandemic was just another bump in the road, something to get over or around. She had a good job and she loved it. She had true and loyal friends who valued her. She’d met the right man, and reveled in a loving giving relationship.
Stephanie died after an accidental fall at home. Despite immediate and expert intervention, she could not survive. The family would like to express their deep gratitude to Dr. Marcoux and the neurosurgical team for all you did for Steph. Thank you to the staff and nurses at the MGH neuro ICU for your compassionate and expert care. Thank you to Wendy, Transplant Coordinator, MUHC and Stephanie Pelletier, Transplant Quebec Coordinator for your sensitivity and attention. Lastly, thank you, Vynka et al.
The funeral will be held at Mount Royal Cemetery in private due to the pandemic. We look forward to a future celebration of Stephanie’s life.
In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation in Stephanie’s name to Plan Canada, an organization that provides health care and education to children in the third world.