• December 10, 1922 - March 28, 2017
  • Fair Oaks, California

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Olga "Lala" Andreescu was born to Maria and Gheorghe Ianopol on a chilly winter day in Bordusani, Romania on December 10, 1922. From humble beginnings came an extraordinary human being. She had 2 brothers and 1 sister - Ionel, Anicu?a and Petre. She was an accountant in Romania until her retirement, was married to and divorced from Stefan Thomas (with whom she had 3 children) and married and widowed from Radu Ioan. Olga had 3 sons - Claudiu Sorin, born and deceased in 1941, Viorel Thomas and Robert Toma, both of who preceded her in death.
She moved to the US in 1987. She is survived, loved and missed by grandchildren Claudiu Toma, Sorina Thomas, Bogdan Toma and Stephanie Thomas, great-grandchildren Taylan Thomas, Siana Thomas, Gabriela Toma and Matthew Toma, daughter-in-law Aculina Toma, and many friends.

However, merely stating that she married, had three children, and worked as an accountant until she retired, does not do justice to Lala's memory. Instead, it is more valuable to talk about how she lived her life.

Strength is the first word that comes to mind when many think of Lala. She awed us with how strong she was. Lala lived to be 94. There is no greater loss to a parent than that of a child. Lala, in her 94 years on earth, lost all three of her children. The first was a baby who died when he was 2 weeks old. Her son Robert Toma, born 1948, passed away unexpectedly in 1996. Her eldest son Viorel Thomas, born 1943, passed away unexpectedly in 2015. Through all of the tragedy, Lala never became bitter. You would never hear Lala complain, place blame, or say one unkind word about anyone or any unfortunate circumstances. As many times as life tried to knock her down, Lala never faltered. Lala "shuffled off her mortal coil" and carried on stalwart in her belief that God had a plan for her. It brings to mind the poem "Invictus" by William Ernest Henley.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the Captain of my soul.

Lala's faith was an integral part of her life. Lala did not fear death. She knew where she was going without a shred of doubt when she left this world.

There are people that talk about the path of righteousness, and then there are those that with deliberation walk the path of righteousness. Lala was neither one of these. Lala walked the path effortlessly.

Although Lala lived a simple and humble life here on earth, imagine the kingdom she has built in heaven. Lala was a shining beacon of strength, love for her family, true compassion for others, good humor, selflessness, integrity,humility, and plain old human decency.

Lala's great Grandson Taylan Thomas put it beautifully:

She was a wise and attentive woman who never missed a beat. She was always on top of showing or sending love one way or another for holidays, birthdays, and everywhere in between. She witnessed and lived through almost 100 years of history and events, and even lived independently into her nineties. She always reminded us to value the important and special things in life such as family, love, and investing in ourselves to become better people and live better lives. A selfless, thoughtful and giving soul, always willing to pour you a cup of tea, even if her kettle was almost empty.