I'm truly devastated over Uncle Nicky's passing. He always brought a smile and a fun story to every gathering - and of course, Genny Lite. My earliest memory of family Christmas involved running from a laughing Uncle Nick and his cheek squeezes - especially the dreaded "Triple Pronger".

My deepest condolences to the friends and family touched by his life, especially Aunt Debbie, Cousin Adam, Timmy, Amy and their families.

Rest in Peace Uncle Nick.

I am heartbroken over the loss of Uncle Nick. He was family-oriented and fun. He was a mechanical genius. I don’t think there was anything he could not fix or build. His 4th of July fireworks parties on Post Avenue were legendary. His keg was always full of beer and family and friends were always welcome. Thank you Uncle Nick for being so kind and fun and for the beautiful and wonderful memories (and hundreds of cheek squeezes). Now you are with Baba and Grandpa in heaven.

Sending my love to Aunt Debbie, Tim, Amy and Adam and to all my Zigarowicz family members.

I have so many wonderful memories of my dear brother, Nick, that it is hard to come up with the ones to share. Here's one: It's my 16th birthday and Nick, who is 23, takes me to the city to take my Driver's Permit test. I pass (of course...), and when we get to parking garage, Nick tells me to drive home to Webster. Drive home - in his Ford TRUCK. His Ford Truck that has on-the-wheel manual transmission. His Ford truck that has no power steering, no power breaks, and is huge! I must have stalled that truck twenty times driving home; every red light was torture. Nick just calmly gave instructions, "ease the clutch out..." Every bad word in my 16 year old brain came out of my mouth. He just laughed, he was so great.

Nick was innovative, very smart and fearless. He was also very thrifty (others may use different words). There was a period of time when all his cars were orange - he must have had "a deal" on orange paint. His cars (his SLEDS) were a mish-mosh of repairs that he managed to make. One of his cars had the exhaust vent coming out of the front fender. Debbie was so patient. He loved her so much.

I will miss Nickie so much. He was loving, kind and a role model. He had such a great sense of humor, he was always laughing. Though he wasn't a church-goer, he was the best of men, and if there is a heaven, he is there with Mikey and Mom and Dad.

God bless you, Nick and Rest in Peace.

georgie

I am sorry for your loss and I am keeping you in my prayers. I am your cousin through Sophie and Henry Zurowski. I am Theresa's son.

What is so unusual and even strange is the my cousin on the Zurowski side is being handled by the same funeral at the same time. He is the son of John and Agness Zurowski.

I live in Montgomery Alabama.

I worked with Nick for many years at Kodak in Building 318. He was a great guy. We had a small group that ate lunch together and took walks at lunchtime. So many laughs and good stories were shared. What a beautiful photo! Rest In Peace, Nick.

Known Nick for over 40 yrs. worked with my dad at Kodak and watched Tim and I grow up since Kindergarten. Nick was extremely hard working always doing something whether it be making a manufacturing line out of his basement to make photo clamps or chopping down wood to heat the house for the winter. Always kidding me about “manual labor” and trying to get me involved in projects. Nick was always playing tricks on me. I’ll miss secretly pulling beers out of his kegerator in the garage after a hard night out with Tim. We drained that keg many times!!! Both our dad’s knew and joked about it at work. He was like another dad. I’ll miss pranking you over the holidays when I’ve had a “few” too many. He was always laughing and giving me a hard time. But you believed in me and I’ll never forget it. Thanks for all the laughs, rides home in your legendary Renault’s and big bombers we used to have fun in!!! I’ll miss you. Devastated to hear the news your not with us but look forward to see you soon!! Our sincere condolences to Tim, Amy, and his beautiful bride Debbie. With love, the Karpenko ‘s