OBITUARY

Jan Hodyl

May 28, 1932January 4, 2019

Jan Hodyl was born on May 28, 1932 and passed away on January 4, 2019.

  • FAMILY

  • Terry Cavo, Daughter
  • Christine Chappell, Daughter
  • John Hodyl, Son
  • James Hodyl, Son

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Chrissy Chappell

February 14, 2019

Chrissy Chappell

February 8, 2019

Joey Bushey

February 8, 2019

Dzydzyie was always a positive influence in my life, and in the lives of all those around him. I will always remember and appreciate him as the hard working, loving family man, who always had the best interests of his loved ones in mind. Thank you Dyzdyzie, for always being there for us growing up and into adulthood, and for sharing your knowledge, wisdom, and positive vibes. I know you are in heaven with Grandma smiling down on us. You will be missed and remembered always.

Christine Chappell

February 6, 2019

Mary Bushey

February 6, 2019

I have always been aware of how fortunate I was to have such wonderful, loving grandparents and extended family. In a day and age when families are drifting further apart, I cherished every Sunday lunch, family trip to Disney, or sunrise on the beach. My grandparents provided me with love, support, and a sense of culture and belonging. Dzydzyie has been not only a staple in my life as a figure of strength, but he has been a fundamental role model to me growing up. I spent my youth seeing how hard he worked for the sake of his family.

I always remember Dzydzyie's energy and motivation, whether he was single handedly remodeling his condo or fixing up a piece of furniture he had salvaged. I can't help but laugh a bit when I remember the difficulty of turning down whatever item he was trying to give us - whether it was 7 loaves of frozen bread he'd found on sale at the Sav A Lot or a TV he'd found near the dumpster and fixed up good as new. Although I may not have always wanted the thing he was giving me, I always wanted the love that was behind it. He was a man who loved to serve others in love and give them whatever he could to show he cared, and that will always be remembered and appreciated.

Russ Chappell

February 3, 2019

Because I lived almost 800 miles away, I only got to be with him a half-dozen times, but every time I came to town, he welcomed me with open arms, always ready with a tale or two of his time growing up in Poland. I remained impressed with his devout love for God, and his eagerness to attend every Mass, and to bring us along with him.

He always smiled, he always laughed, and he always talked, even with strangers. I suspect the workers at Aldi's are missing him. (Don't tell me he didn't know them by name, because I'm sure he stopped to talk to every one them, every time he visited there.)

We're going through some pain right now, because we miss him, and will continue to, but let's remember that right now, he's where he's always wanted to be: With Dorothy.

Chrissy Chappell

February 1, 2019

Chrissy Chappell

January 30, 2019

Chrissy Chappell

January 30, 2019

I know that ever since Mom died, Dad was missing her, and looking forward to being with her again, in Heaven. It might sound selfish, but I'm glad he didn't get that opportunity until two years later. First of all, because it would have been too traumatic to lose two parents in such a short time, but moreso, because during those last two years, I think all of us got to know our Dad/Dzydzyie better than we ever did before. At least I know I did.

When Mom was alive, when I would call, Dad would say "Hello, hello....here's Mom," and hand the phone to her. I rarely got a chance to talk to him! When I would go to visit, Mom and I would sit and chat, and Dad would be there, in the background, just listening. He wasn't an "in your face" sort of person. But after Mom was gone, there was no one for him to hand the phone to, no one to sit and listen to...and so he talked.

To my way of thinking, it was such a blessing that he lived two years (and one day) past Mom. During those last two years, I got to know Dad better than I ever did in the nearly sixty years previous. Phoning him twice a week, I heard so many stories from his past, and learned so much about him---like, for instance, that we shared a great love of music. Who knew? When I came to visit, we watched movies and TV shows together (Allo! Allo!) and did puzzles. Went to Mass a few times. And went shopping. Always searching for deals.

Dad was a hard-working man. But he also had a softer side, and I'm glad I got to know him better in these last two years and find that out. Now I miss him. I think I will always miss him...until we meet again in Heaven. There we will all be our best selves, and there will be no sickness, no hardship, only laughter and music and joy.

Chrissy

Karin Hodyl

January 16, 2019

Dziadzi/Dad,

You were always an inspiration for me to fix things rather than just throw them away. Thank you for your many years of caring and just being there. Your smiling face was always reason to be happy. I cherish every moment the bubs were around you from birth until just recently. It was so hard seeing you full of life one week and then the next week on your last breathe ---but I know you lived a full life and ready to meet our Savior. May you rest in peace and you will always have a place in my heart.


Love, Karin

FROM THE FAMILY