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His Life

WHAT A LIFE!

May 7, 2012

Nick was born in Lima Ohio August 30, 1918. He grew up in Strugis Michigan with his brothers Gus and Jim, sisters Mary, Georgie, Helen and Irene. Before attending school he worked shinning shoes and blocking hats. His parents, Pete and Emily, impressed upon him the seriousness of life, devotion to Christianity, hard work, ones self-esteem and the love for ones family.

He left high school in the 11th grade to take a job with Kirsch, to contribute to his family. He later completed his diploma by taking Adult night classes. Nick served in the Navy during War II, and carried stories of friendships, laughter, and pain. Dad wasn't one of many words but his strong silent presence was comforting at times and a torture when we did something wrong. My sister Kay ran the family car into the swamp and pleaded with the officer to take her to jail - he just laughed - he knew Nick. He was a strict father but he loved each of us deeply and as time passed we began to discover he was funny, compassionate and really kind at heart. He never showed much feeling and never said it out loud, but his family was the most important thing to him. I remember every Friday after work Dad took us to White Pigeon for ice cream - he loved the nuts. We never forgot those times.

Nick retired after 41 years with Kirsch and He and Mom (Marian) moved to Florida. They took great pleasure in their new life, never missing a beat. Mom battled Colon Cancer, but never let it get her down. Even through the pain she always had a smile. She lost her struggle on December 13, 1987. Dad meet and mairred Rosealie Carpenter and resided in the community of Spring Creek Village, located in Bonita Springs. To his friends he was very kind and always ready to help. He never wanted to be acknowledged for the things he did, he simply loved to help. His artistic abilities were expressed in his love of landscaping, wood craving and in the things he built. In recognition of Nicks devotion and love for his community, Spring Creek Village, dedicated a park in his name.

Even in his last days, Dad's spirit was strong. While we sat along side his bed that morning, he opened his eyes twice and asked us to kiss him. That night while we held his hand, Dad peacefully passed. We took comfort knowing he was on his way to meet his creator. Somehow, it seemed to ease the pain of losing our Father.

Dad believed if you worked hard, treated people right, and with a little help from God, you would have a great life - this is the way he lived. He inspired others to be good to their family, neighbors, strive for success and keep hope alive. He thanks his family, friends and those who helped along the way.

Remember the best times, the laughter, the song, the good life he lived while he was strong. He loved you all!