Birth date: Jun 28, 1971 Death date: Feb 21, 2025
A much-loved husband, father, son, brother, and friend, Miroslav Klivansky, 53, of Oakland, California, passed away peacefully surrounded by his family on February 21, 2025. He fought a fierce and brave battle with cancer. Mirosla Read Obituary
Wow we’ll miss you Miroslav. You were a brilliant engineer and a brilliant dad, uncle, friend and just generally good guy.
Dear Miroslav, it's a privilege to be able to cross paths and to know someone like you. I quietly watched, listened and learned so much. In a crucial point in my career I knew who to turn to when you guided me on the right path. You taught me the importance of "why" before embarking on a decision. You will forever be my guru, my sensei. I promise to try my best to emulate you and walk your path.
Dear Miroslav, it's a privilege to be able to cross paths and to know someone like you. I quietly watched, listened and learned so much. In a crucial point in my career I knew who to turn to when you guided me on the right path. You taught me the importance of "why" before embarking on a decision. You will forever be my guru, my sensei. I promise to try my best to emulate you and walk your path.
Dear Miroslav, it's a privilege to be able to cross paths and to know someone like you. I quietly watched, listened and learned so much. In a crucial point in my career I knew who to turn to when you guided me on the right path. You taught me the importance of "why" before embarking on a decision. You will forever be my guru, my sensei. I promise to try my best to emulate you and walk your path.
Esteem friends and relatives,
Anna and I would like to express our heartfelt appreciation for your presence at this event and for sharing your love and friendship with Miroslav.
In particular, thanks to friends who are geographically close to Miroslav's home.
By name, women first: Pam, Joy, Ed, David, and Alferdo; my apologies to those I did not mention.
Their extended, warm hands, friendly and peaceful eyes, and all their experiences supporting Miroslav's family during the saddest days.
It is a bit awkward for me to stand here and talk about Miroslav's life;
It should be the other way around.
Even in the player to The Lord, we are asked, "Don't let me outlive my children and see them in need."
I have known Miroslav longer than anyone else in this room, except for his mother, Anna.
We have been a part of his life since before he was born, and I cherish every moment.
We talked to him, sang songs, and read newspapers at nights while he cried.
I am even convinced that those times helped Miroslav develop a strong character and a remarkable ability to engage with those around him.
I recall when he had just learned to stand up, and we were outside on a walk with Miroslav lying in his baby stroller. He would turn around and look forward like a general surveying his troops.
He grew up not only stubborn but also goal-oriented, curious, and well-read.
Miroslav applied these characteristics throughout his life. He mastered the art of communication, using his skill to express himself from childhood into adulthood.
Even at age three or four, he told his kindergarten teacher when she pointed out his misbehavior, "I know my flaws and am working on eliminating them." Something like this, just in Russian.
He had a knack for explaining life events, history, technical matters, and politics. Although we often disagreed about politics.
I hoped that he would share more of my views with time.
It reminds me of what Mark Twain once said: "When I was fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have him around.
When I was twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years."
Miroslav worked on his Ph.D. at twenty-one and had not embraced my views while I continued my lifelong education.
I was his Dad, although I may not have been his best friend. As a Dad, I did everything possible to ensure he had a good life and learned the right path.
And Miroslav did! He took excellent care of his family, friends, and job.
We discussed his approach to curing this disease around the end of January. Miroslav answered thoroughly and calmly that he has no regrets and is proud of his achievements. He ensured Isabel had everything she needed for her education and a good life for Liana and Isabel. The moments we shared will be etched in my memory forever. He proved that he is a real man with goals and determination to perform the roles of parent and husband, and, overall, a humane person.
Mom and I are proud of his short but good life.
The time we spent together will stay with us forever.
However, I have one regret: I wish I had said "I love you, Son" more often. I already miss him deeply.
Slava was a caring and warm neighbor who was quick to help with keeping our neighborhood safe. I always enjoyed my honest conversations with Slava and Liana around parenting. I will miss his gentle and caring soul. May he live forever in our hearts and memories.
We met as freshman in college at Drexel University back in 1987. We were in 80s mode for sure. Steve was kinda punk, I was more new age and Karen was closer to the aerobics girl. We did alot of dumb things back then but grew from each experience.
We didn’t know that we would become friends for life. We were there for most of each other’s significant life events. This picture was taken back in 2006 and epitomizes Steve or as we lovingly called him Steve-O-Slav.
Every time we look at this pic we are always reminded to…chill and be happy.
We miss you!
Ray and Karen
Miroslav's kind demeanor, wealth of knowledge, and mentorship helped me as I started at Pure. Thank you Miroslav.
