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JOHN NESTOR

Staten Island, New York

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John G. Nestor, 51 Dear father and friend John G. Nestor, 51, passed away on April 13, 2016. Son of the late Bernadette and late John Nestor, John grew up in Grant City and was a St. Peters Boys High School alumni. John spent a year in Iraq in 2004 as an IT contractor and later worked for CBS...

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Patty, Sean & Eric- my deepest condolences, I'm saddened and surprised to read this. I moved in next door to John when he was in high school and was his neighbor for many years until about 20 years ago. He was always laughing and smiling. Always willing to lend a helping hand. May He Rest in Peace. Bella Picciotto -

RIP JOHN YOU WERE A GREAT GUY

John, you were a true gentleman! You asked me out and when I said I was interested in your friend, you raved about what what a great guy he is (you were right!). You gave him my number (twice!) and were so happy when we got together. We still are and we owe it to you! We will always be grateful to you! Rest in peace, John! Love, Anne & Ox.

John and I were great friends way back in high school and a bit after.
We worked at the Shalimar together and had so many great laughs. It truly breaks my heart to hear of your passing my old friend. Sorry we never caught up again for one more drink and some laughs ! R.I.P my friend

So sorry to hear of John's passing. I remember he attended my son's wedding (Anthony Nappi)and Anthony's funeral. RIP John.

RIP John..Hope you and Anthony Nappi are hanging together again...

You were a good friend great memories we had. RIP my friend. My prayers are for your family

John was my childhood friend growing up.
He was always laughing and just loved being around his friends. My deepest condolences to his family. May he rest in peace.

I remember John when he was a child. I was friends, and worked with his mother Bernadette at the KMart on Hylan Blvd. I always thought about that family when I passed Burbank Ave. I remember the house they lived in. Dear God, take care of their grandchildren and his young sons.