Dear Vesna, The news of your passing has deeply shaken us. We will forever remember your cheerful smile. I remember when, during your visit, I brought you to a rehearsal of the Tamburitza Orchestra I played in. You sat at the piano and played Mozart's Turkish March. Even now, I get goosebumps when I recall your flawless interpretation, which left both my colleagues and the conductor spellbound. I also remember the parties at my house when I played the guitar and you sang "Me and Bobby McGee", and when we sang "Sve pticice iz gore" with my Dad playing the guitar and me playing the tamburitza. May you rest among the stars." Love, Stefica and Romana Prepolec
Memories
Dear Vesna,
The news of your passing has deeply shaken us. We will forever remember your cheerful smile. I remember when, during your visit, I brought you to a rehearsal of the Tamburitza Orchestra I played in. You sat at the piano and played Mozart's Turkish March. Even now, I get goosebumps when I recall your flawless interpretation, which left both my colleagues and the conductor spellbound. I also remember the parties at my house when I played the guitar and you sang "Me and Bobby McGee", and when we sang "Sve pticice iz gore" with my Dad playing the guitar and me playing the tamburitza. May you rest among the stars."
Love,
Stefica and Romana Prepolec