Dennis Paul
Wojszko
WOJSZKO, Dennis P.
Passed away Wed., May 5, 2004 at home after losing his battle with cancer at the age of 63. Dear husband of Carol nee Piwowarczyk for 40 years. Beloved father of Debbie Marc Gonsiorowski, Kristin Tony Bucek and son, Mark. Adoring grandfather of Kayla Gonsiorowski and Tayler Bucek. Brother of Joyce Don Davis and son-in-law of Dorothy Piwowarczyk. Uncle of Michele Wessel and Amy Wojszko. Brother-in-law of Dollie Wojszko Streid. Preceded in death by his parents, Sigmund and Leona Wojszko and brother, Melvin. Also survived by many other relatives and friends. He will be missed by his golden retriever, Ginger.
Dennis was a dedicated employee of Arrow Oldsmobile for 40 years in Service and sales untill he retired in Jan. 2003. He loved growing fresh vegetables in his garden every summer and enjoyed giving them away to family and friends.
Your loving spirit will be with us forever.
Menard’s will miss you too!
You betcha!
Never say goodbye, just say
“so long”
I miss you Dad! I can’t believe it’s been 16 years already. You’re always in my heart and I think about you often. I’ll never say Goodbye, just “so long.”
Love ya,
Kris
Thinking about you today Dad.. I miss calling you when I need something. You never let me down. Wish you were still here. Love ya!❤️
Kris
I can’t believe it’s been 18 years today. I miss you. Feels like forever calling you dad, but seems like yesterday I heard your laugh and clapping your hands. I think about you often.
Love you forever,
Kris
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD! 🎂 I’m sure you’re celebrating with 7 scoops of ice cream and a tub of cool whip on top. We still talk about you all the time. I miss your BBQ’s! Life is not the same without you. I see your mannerisms in Justin. I wish you could have met him. I hope my doggies crossed the rainbow bridge and you’re loving them up, especially Molly Putts. I miss you everyday. I’ll see you later.
A note to you-21 long years gone and forever loved
Dad,
It’s been 21 years and not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. I still see all the familiar shades of blue shirts you used to wear. All the Oldsmobile’s parked in the driveway, and the open garage door that felt like home.
You were Mr Fix-it, the man who could take on anything with a wrench and a bucket nearby because you had plenty of those. You worked hard, lived simple and gave generously, not just to us, but anyone who needed help. I still hear your laugh, the way it would fill a room and make everything seem right. Tayler adored you as you did her.
You enjoyed festivals, bratfish and a good fish fry. I swear no on could down an ice cream cone with more joy and messiness but you. You loved cutting grass, firing up the grill for a family BBQ. I even remember you always having a comb in your back pocket and the way you combed your hair.
Your favorite lines still echo in my mind; “Nice guys finish last. “Do me a favor, Shatup.” ” Kris, I want that back.” “See you later.” You were funny, tough(showing your top teeth in anger) loving and real. You made us all feel by checking the locks at night, like FortKnox. And more than anything, you made us proud!!!!
I miss you Dad. Your laugh, your presence, the way things felt when you were here. Things are much different now and your death has a lot to do with it. I hope I made you proud Dad.
I love you and I’ll See ya later.