Robert Anthony Orzyp

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Robert Orzyp Obituary

Robert Anthony Orzyp, C.F.D. and P.F.C. U.S.M.C., age 86, at rest Feb. 2, 2009.; beloved husband of the late June P. Orzyp, nee Kilian (2006); loving father of Stephanie Alexandra Orzyp and the late John Orzyp; dear brother of Wanda (the late Robert) Olson. Robert was preceded in death by his parents, Anthony and Julia; brother and sister, Edward and Genevieve, and other family members. Visitation Thursday, 3 to 9 p.m. Funeral service Friday, 11 a.m., at Drake & Son FuneralHome, 5303 N. Western Ave., Chicago. Interment private. Memorials to Red Door Animal Shelter (Chicago), appreciated.

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Published by Chicago Tribune on Feb. 4, 2009.

Memories and Condolences
for Robert Orzyp

5 Entries

Margaret Marquez

February 5, 2009

Dear Stephanie -
May God bless you in this time of sorrow. My prayers are with you.

Regards,

ina obernesser

February 4, 2009

Dear Stephanie,
wish there was something I could do to allieviate your pain. Loosing a parent, as you have already experienced, is a life altering experience.
Please let me know what James and I can do. Maybe getting away once all is settled would be good for you. Our house is always open to you.
A big hug,
James and Ina

Shirley Neuberg

February 4, 2009

Dear Stephanie,

Although we hadn't seen him for a while, we have some good memories of your Dad. We will miss not seeing him at Gen's wedding in July.

Shirley, Joe and family

Don&Barb Svachula

February 4, 2009

Dear Stephanie. Your Dad was the greatest. He always would talk so proudly about your achievements. He kept things lively at the firehouse and always did his share. His was a good firefighter and taught me alot. I will miss him and keep him in my prayers. Remember that you are his pride and joy. My wife Barb is also saddened by his loss. She enjoyed your dad alot. Love, Peace, and Kisses. Don and Barb Svachula

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Anita Superson

February 4, 2009

Dear Stephanie,

I am so sorry to hear about your Dad. I will miss him terribly. I enjoyed all of the conversations we had, most of them outside when I was coming or going from the house, or taking out the garbage in the alley. Sometimes we talked for over an hour, mostly about the neighborhood, your Dad's days with the fire department and the marines, and all the pets your family has had. I took a special liking to Flea, and was very sad when your Dad told me last summer that he had to put her down. But you gave her a good life, and rescued her and made sure she got safely on the plane to Chicago. He told me the story about how you stood on the steps of the plane until the doors closed to make sure she was on. Because of your efforts, Flea had a happy life with your family and Taylor and the cats.

Your Dad seemed to know everything that went on in the neighborhood. He kept the kids in line, not letting them destroy property. He always had an amusing comment or two about what was going on. I'd laugh for days about some of them. I could always kid around with him. Last summer, I joked that I liked his flowers, which were all plastic. I didn't think he'd get the facetiousness of my comment, but he was right on it, as he always was, sharp as a tack, and he said, "Those are the best kind."

My aunt, Stella, and I really appreciate all the times he mowed the lawn for us and plowed the snow. In fact, the last time I talked with your Dad before I left for Lexington was when we were shoveling snow in the front of the houses in early January. I asked him for a shovel so I could help him, and he asked if I wanted a "man's shovel or a ladies' shovel." I told him I wanted a man's shovel, that I didn't want anything prissy and I needed to get through a lot of snow and ice fast with something that worked. He didn't bat an eye, and gave me the shovel he was using. We really hit it off, and could say anything we wanted to each other. He asked me about my job all the time, and would understand when I explained all the pitfalls to him. He kept asking me if I could get something in Chicago, knowing that I really wanted to get back. He understood what mattered most to me, and I'll always remember that.

It was only fitting that Taylor was by his side when he left this world. That's the way he would have wanted it: a quiet, peaceful passing, with no suffering, surrounded only by his animals. I hope you find peace in the days ahead, knowing that your Dad was known throughout the neighborhood, that he did many good things in his life, and that he was very proud of you and all your accomplishments. One thing he always said to me that might help you out when you're having a hard time was that "The first 100 years are the hardest."

Your neighbor, cousin, and friend,
Anita

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