Viola May Kush
July 18, 1926 – July 1, 2020
Loving mother, grandmother and great-grandmother.
Preceded in death by husband, Bernard; brothers, Leroy and Clifford King. Survived by children: Bernadette Mruz (Tom), Joanie, and Kevin (Lynne); grandchildren: Toby (Lalaine), Tate (Sylwia), Lindsey (Tamotoa), Holly, Keegan (Abby), and Christian; eight great-grandsons; and friend, Bridget Young.
VISITATION following CDC guidelines: Thursday, July 9th, from 5pm to 7pm, at the West Center Chapel with WAKE SERVICE at 7pm. MASS OF CHRISTIAN BURIAL: Friday, July 10th, 10am, St Gerald Catholic Church. Private INTERMENT at Omaha National Cemetery. Memorials to VNA Hospice and St. Gerald Catholic Church.
To view a live broadcast of the Wake Service and Funeral Mass, please go to www.heafeyheafey.com and click on the “View Live Cast” button or click on Service Links below.
Wake Service Link: https://boxcast.tv/view/viola-kush—wake-service-390314
Funeral Service Link: https://boxcast.tv/view/viola-kush—funeral-mass-472053
Once in a very dark day in my life it seem that I was totally alone .Up steps this angel with a few kind words and a hug I now know this is precisely what angels do.. Rest Well Grand Lady…… Michael Terasinski. Omaha
Joanie/Bernadette/Bridget and family,
I am so deeply sorry for your loss! Your mom was a special lady! My thoughts and prayers are with you all.
Many years ago Vi was a participant in our nurse refresher course at Midlands Community Hospital. My memory of her Is that she was such a delight to have in class, brought mature common sense to learning using life experiences and provided caring and kind patient care. Her laugh was reassuring as everyone was updating their nursing skills. Prayers to her family .
Grandma Kush was like the Cadillac of grandmothers. I remember shuffling off to her house in the dark, early morning hours so mom could go to work… being half asleep on the way over, but coming to life as soon as we arrived: Grandma’s house was The Fun Place! Breakfasts of Malt-o-Meal (butter in the middle, sugar around the edges and cinnamon all over), then up to our play space upstairs to make Spirographs, play Hi-Ho Cherry-O or listen to tapes on our “boom box.” Creative crafts were Grandma’s specialty, and I regret to this day not paying much attention when she patiently tried to teach me how to sew. We had many adventures out in her expansive backyard, from picking blackberries to riding on Grandpa’s tractor…. and spying on the country-fied shenanigan parties Uncle Kevin would throw in the garage. All through my growing up years, and even as an adult,
, Grandma was always very kind and loving with me. Even in the years where I was far on an island, her birthday cards reached me with sweet wishes, always an adorable card, and usually some “treat yourself” money. At family gatherings, she was always the last to sit down. Making sure everyone was happy was her full-time job… “Sit down, Ma!” said Joanie, Kevin and Bernadette frequently, but she wasn’t content until everyone at the table had everything they needed. (part 2)
Watching my mom care for her mom, from running errands to stopping over for coffee and chats, I am thankful that her loving and caring nature was passed on to her children, and down to us grandkids. I am so grateful we started talking every Sunday a few years ago… I looked forward to them immensely, and even when she was in the hospital recovering from hip surgery, she steered the conversation away from her pain and insisted we talk about how I was feeling during my pregnancy. We baked her “Extra Special” cookies at Christmastime… the last one-on-one time I had with her, and now that I have the secret recipe, the joy she felt from sharing her spirit, her time and energy with those she loved will live on. Rest in Peace, GG, and give Grandpa a big kiss from me. (part 3)
Dear Bernadette, Joanie, Bridget and Kush Family,
Thinking of you at this time as you remember Mrs. Kush. She made many great contributions to her community and always so proud of her great family.
Peace and strength be with all of you.
Dear Bernadette and family, so sorry to read about the death of your mother. Even though it’s been over 50 years since I’ve seen you I still remember hanging out with you and having so much fun. Your mother must have been very proud of you because I remember you as a loving daughter. I’ll remember you and yours in my prayers to help you through this difficult time. May God Bless.