Paul-Werkowski-Obituary

Paul P. Werkowski

Stoughton, Massachusetts

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Of Stoughton, age 84, June 21. Husband of V. Barbara (Waygan). Father of Denise Ginsburg of Bridgewater, Joan Carroll and David Werkowski both of Stoughton, Michael Werkowski of Canton, Barbara Roche of Brockton, Anita Parker and Paula Taylor, both of N. Easton. Brother of Agnes Utorka of...

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To Denise and family,
I am so sorry for your loss. Denise has told me so many happy stories about her Dad. I'm sure he will be missed by you all. My thoughts and prayers are with you all. God Bless.

Uncle Paul,
We will miss you so much. You were a wondeful uncle, and a true gentleman. I remember the summer you and Aunt Barbara stayed at Craigville Beach and all the aunts, uncles, and cousisns spent the night. It was wonderful! We love you very much.
Cathy and Steve Sly

To David and KathyWerkowski ,
My deepest sympathies go out to you both. It is never easy losing someone we love so much. I tell my daughter Jamie God was in need of another Special Angel and your dad was chosen. Remember all the wonderful times you and your Dad shared and hopefully that will help you get through this very difficult time. Our Thoughts and Prayers are with you both.

Uncle Paul,

I have so many fond memories of my days with you: Hampton Beach, you playing the accordion when we were kids, family get togethers in Stoughton, and weddings including my own when you, Barbara and the kids travelled to California. Peace to you!

With Love,

Mr. Werkowski,
Sir, I would just like to say thank you for your years of dedicated service and sacrifice for our Country when you served in the U.S. Army and USAF-especially during WW II. And to your family and loved ones, I wish to extend my deepest sympathy.

My thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort.

YOU WILL BE MISSED AND LOVED FOREVER BY US.

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.