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Walter Fryz
July 28, 1959 ~ August 2, 2017 (age 58) 58 Years Old Light a Candle
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A candle was lit by Richard Asanoff
on April 28, 2023 2:40 PM
A candle was lit by Natalia Bilash
on June 2, 2018 5:22 PM
A candle was lit by Richard Asanoff and family
on March 8, 2018 12:24 PM
Message from Anne Tornillo
August 18, 2017 11:44 AM
Dear Olya and family,
I send deepest condolences to you all at what must be an incredibly difficult time. Words escape me, but please know that you will continue to be in my prayers.
Peace,
Anne
I send deepest condolences to you all at what must be an incredibly difficult time. Words escape me, but please know that you will continue to be in my prayers.
Peace,
Anne
Message from Dan Mykula (Walter's Godson & Nephew)
August 14, 2017 1:28 PM
A special tribute to Vlodj (Walter) Fryz written by Danylo Mykula (Vlodj’s Godson, Nephew, Dearest Friend) was tearfully read at the wake on Sunday:
Vlodj was someone very special to me. My first memories of Vlodj was riding down Wickes Avenue on the front handlebars of the new ten-speed bike I believe my mom bought him. I remember being so scared, and Vlodj trying a bit extra to make it more scary. From the ten speed, it moved to his brown VW rabbit (there was a black and orange Capri but my memory is a bit hosed). I remember him pushing the seat all the way up and slowly building speed as we drove around the curve on Frederic Street as he drove me home from hanging out at my Babcha’s house after a day of Ihor making Fryz’s famous lemonade, Mish lying on a few sleeping bags in front of a recliner watching TV telling me how he got the birthmark on the back of his calf. Those times were so simple, for me at least, and will forever be entrenched as my best memories.
My memory flashes to riding in a ford escort, black I think. This was really the first time I met Olya, and she got chosen (Mom asked Vlodj and he couldn’t say no probably) to drop me off at summer camp in Ellenville on her way to Suzy-Q. I was scared in that car ride but for different reasons, and I don’t think Olya was trying. I thought to myself that Vlodj found himself a funny, attractive, girlfriend. I was pretty proud of him for that. That was over 30 years ago and here we are 30 years too soon and for all the wrong reasons.
Even though everything in my body is telling it to be sad, angry and selfish, I want to be more like my Vuyko Vlodj at this moment and be kind, gentle, caring, and familial.
I’d like to think, and do believe Vlodj was actually quite proud of me and my brothers and sisters. He would tell others about how smart we were, and later in life about our achievements and that made me happy. In general, I think Vlodj was happy for everyone, compassionate when compassion was needed, and I don’t believe he ever said “no” to someone in need. Nothing was too far or out of the way….he would get to it when he was passing by, when passing by was 100 miles out of his way.
Vlodj could always be busy. Dust never settled on Vlodj. I think he liked it when people stopped by because it gave him a chance to relax, if relaxing meant handing me beers, cooking me a great steak, and making me feel welcomed, or even reminding me of what I had going for me when I was feeling down. He was so busy, and as a father now, I know how it feels.
I think somewhere in our family DNA there is a gene, for simplicities sake I’ll call it the, “I could do more” gene. It manifests itself differently in all of us and it has nothing to do with what our profession is, how full or empty our stomachs or bank accounts are. It’s this feeling that we could do more. If he knew it or not, Vlodj did more than enough, and touched a lot of people.
Vlodj was extremely proud of Olya, Adrian and Talia. He tirelessly worked to be a good provider, to teach how to change the oil, learn how to ski, care for the lawn, Chauffer to the different types of lessons, and buy all the essentials.
Vlodj had a huge extended family. He always talked about the good times in Cedar Knolls, or working at Uncle Mike’s in the city, and always checked in with my mom to see how she was doing, as well as my father when he wasn’t doing well.
Vlodj had many friends from childhood in Yonkers, CYM, Astoria, Suzy-Q, Oxford, and pretty much wherever he went. Many of you are here today. I am grateful for that as I’m sure Olya, Adrian and Talia are.
Vlodj expressed to me at times that his job wasn’t rocket science or brain surgery. He said it was a job, and he was glad to have it. He liked the folks he worked with (I’m sure only if they put everything in the right spot). I always thought the world of Vlodj and if he worked at a Pharmacy on Lake Ave., as a photographer, import/exporter with Milo, or auto parts wholesaler, I would think he was the best. I only visited Vlodj at work recently when he was helping me try to find an old beater of a car, and I learned something I always knew. That his warehouse had to be the most organized, cleanest place you’ve ever been or seen. I have seen hospital rooms dirtier than this place. And one thing that didn’t go unnoticed as I sat waiting for Vlodj to close-up shop, that everyone that walked in knew “Vlad” (Walter), got what they wanted because Vlodj knew what they needed, chit chatted, and left with a smile. That smile was a gift Vlodj gave people when they met him. I was grateful to experience this and later that day I remember talking about it with him over a cold Coors Banquet, which from now on will be my go to. We talked about his warehouse a bit and he again wanted to hear more about me. I remember telling Vlodj how impressed I was, and proud. I told him that as far as I know, doing anything great is hard work and requires great skills, and shows the inner spirit of someone. I hope that made him happy. I know lots of people who half ass their way through life, and Vlodj was not that guy, he tried and was great at whatever he was doing. Who here has painted a room or waxed a car with Vlodj….you know what I mean!
Vlodj’s life wasn’t an easy path. He lost his father, my grandfather Mykola Fryz when he was just 9. He had to be the big brother and more his entire life. This weight I think never went away and was always visible. That’s what made Vlodj, Vlodj. Dependable, trustworthy, solid, and caring. Differences and arguments weighed greatly on Vlodj, more so than the empty words people use freely. You never heard him F’in that or this. He may have felt that way, but he understood words hurt. They are hard to forget. Like a scholar he valued each word and what it was worth. He used them wisely like a man, not like a child with no self-control.
Vlodj is a part of me. When I get mad and angry, I hope I can channel him. When I look at a nail hole on a wall when I’m painting, he’ll make me fill it. When I shovel the snow and think its clean enough….he’ll make me finish the job. When I hug my son…….I will think of him. When me and the kids ride the motorcycle he gave me, he will be the wind and laughter.
Vlodj, is an important name to me. Its synonymous with great men in history and in my life. There is Volodmyr the great obviously, father of Ukrainian Christianity, my Father, Kathy’s Grandfather, Vlodj, and my son. During lunch, unprompted, my son said yesterday that he remembered looking at the stars in Wildwood with Vuyko Vlodjo. We will be looking for him…and I’m sure he is shining brightly.
Olya, Adrian and Talia. We are crying with you. We want to help you laugh when the time is right. You can count on us if you need anything. Vlodj deserves no less.
Vlodj – You will eternally live in our hearts. Vichnaya Pamiat.
Vlodj was someone very special to me. My first memories of Vlodj was riding down Wickes Avenue on the front handlebars of the new ten-speed bike I believe my mom bought him. I remember being so scared, and Vlodj trying a bit extra to make it more scary. From the ten speed, it moved to his brown VW rabbit (there was a black and orange Capri but my memory is a bit hosed). I remember him pushing the seat all the way up and slowly building speed as we drove around the curve on Frederic Street as he drove me home from hanging out at my Babcha’s house after a day of Ihor making Fryz’s famous lemonade, Mish lying on a few sleeping bags in front of a recliner watching TV telling me how he got the birthmark on the back of his calf. Those times were so simple, for me at least, and will forever be entrenched as my best memories.
My memory flashes to riding in a ford escort, black I think. This was really the first time I met Olya, and she got chosen (Mom asked Vlodj and he couldn’t say no probably) to drop me off at summer camp in Ellenville on her way to Suzy-Q. I was scared in that car ride but for different reasons, and I don’t think Olya was trying. I thought to myself that Vlodj found himself a funny, attractive, girlfriend. I was pretty proud of him for that. That was over 30 years ago and here we are 30 years too soon and for all the wrong reasons.
Even though everything in my body is telling it to be sad, angry and selfish, I want to be more like my Vuyko Vlodj at this moment and be kind, gentle, caring, and familial.
I’d like to think, and do believe Vlodj was actually quite proud of me and my brothers and sisters. He would tell others about how smart we were, and later in life about our achievements and that made me happy. In general, I think Vlodj was happy for everyone, compassionate when compassion was needed, and I don’t believe he ever said “no” to someone in need. Nothing was too far or out of the way….he would get to it when he was passing by, when passing by was 100 miles out of his way.
Vlodj could always be busy. Dust never settled on Vlodj. I think he liked it when people stopped by because it gave him a chance to relax, if relaxing meant handing me beers, cooking me a great steak, and making me feel welcomed, or even reminding me of what I had going for me when I was feeling down. He was so busy, and as a father now, I know how it feels.
I think somewhere in our family DNA there is a gene, for simplicities sake I’ll call it the, “I could do more” gene. It manifests itself differently in all of us and it has nothing to do with what our profession is, how full or empty our stomachs or bank accounts are. It’s this feeling that we could do more. If he knew it or not, Vlodj did more than enough, and touched a lot of people.
Vlodj was extremely proud of Olya, Adrian and Talia. He tirelessly worked to be a good provider, to teach how to change the oil, learn how to ski, care for the lawn, Chauffer to the different types of lessons, and buy all the essentials.
Vlodj had a huge extended family. He always talked about the good times in Cedar Knolls, or working at Uncle Mike’s in the city, and always checked in with my mom to see how she was doing, as well as my father when he wasn’t doing well.
Vlodj had many friends from childhood in Yonkers, CYM, Astoria, Suzy-Q, Oxford, and pretty much wherever he went. Many of you are here today. I am grateful for that as I’m sure Olya, Adrian and Talia are.
Vlodj expressed to me at times that his job wasn’t rocket science or brain surgery. He said it was a job, and he was glad to have it. He liked the folks he worked with (I’m sure only if they put everything in the right spot). I always thought the world of Vlodj and if he worked at a Pharmacy on Lake Ave., as a photographer, import/exporter with Milo, or auto parts wholesaler, I would think he was the best. I only visited Vlodj at work recently when he was helping me try to find an old beater of a car, and I learned something I always knew. That his warehouse had to be the most organized, cleanest place you’ve ever been or seen. I have seen hospital rooms dirtier than this place. And one thing that didn’t go unnoticed as I sat waiting for Vlodj to close-up shop, that everyone that walked in knew “Vlad” (Walter), got what they wanted because Vlodj knew what they needed, chit chatted, and left with a smile. That smile was a gift Vlodj gave people when they met him. I was grateful to experience this and later that day I remember talking about it with him over a cold Coors Banquet, which from now on will be my go to. We talked about his warehouse a bit and he again wanted to hear more about me. I remember telling Vlodj how impressed I was, and proud. I told him that as far as I know, doing anything great is hard work and requires great skills, and shows the inner spirit of someone. I hope that made him happy. I know lots of people who half ass their way through life, and Vlodj was not that guy, he tried and was great at whatever he was doing. Who here has painted a room or waxed a car with Vlodj….you know what I mean!
Vlodj’s life wasn’t an easy path. He lost his father, my grandfather Mykola Fryz when he was just 9. He had to be the big brother and more his entire life. This weight I think never went away and was always visible. That’s what made Vlodj, Vlodj. Dependable, trustworthy, solid, and caring. Differences and arguments weighed greatly on Vlodj, more so than the empty words people use freely. You never heard him F’in that or this. He may have felt that way, but he understood words hurt. They are hard to forget. Like a scholar he valued each word and what it was worth. He used them wisely like a man, not like a child with no self-control.
Vlodj is a part of me. When I get mad and angry, I hope I can channel him. When I look at a nail hole on a wall when I’m painting, he’ll make me fill it. When I shovel the snow and think its clean enough….he’ll make me finish the job. When I hug my son…….I will think of him. When me and the kids ride the motorcycle he gave me, he will be the wind and laughter.
Vlodj, is an important name to me. Its synonymous with great men in history and in my life. There is Volodmyr the great obviously, father of Ukrainian Christianity, my Father, Kathy’s Grandfather, Vlodj, and my son. During lunch, unprompted, my son said yesterday that he remembered looking at the stars in Wildwood with Vuyko Vlodjo. We will be looking for him…and I’m sure he is shining brightly.
Olya, Adrian and Talia. We are crying with you. We want to help you laugh when the time is right. You can count on us if you need anything. Vlodj deserves no less.
Vlodj – You will eternally live in our hearts. Vichnaya Pamiat.
Message from Michelle Leclerc
August 10, 2017 1:00 PM
It is with great sadness that I hear the passing of Walt. I will be saying prayers for your family. May Walter rest in peace.
Message from Valentin Kovalenko
August 10, 2017 12:00 PM
I know Walter from Grade School and he was in my brother (Victor Kovalenko's) class. He was always kind a greeted with the biggest smile. He will be deeply missed by his family, friends, and everyone who knew him. My condolences to Olga, Ihor, Michael, and the rest of the family and relatives.
Love always Nina, Nicholas, and Val Kovalenko.
Love always Nina, Nicholas, and Val Kovalenko.
Message from Stefania and Bohdan Pawliczko
August 8, 2017 8:01 PM
Sincerest Condolences to the Fryz family.
My Mom fondly remembers Walter and Olya from spending summers at Suzy Q, NY in the 1990's.
Always friendly, kind and supportive.
These events are not easy so may you heal with love and in peace
Life is beautiful except leaving.
Pawliczko Family
My Mom fondly remembers Walter and Olya from spending summers at Suzy Q, NY in the 1990's.
Always friendly, kind and supportive.
These events are not easy so may you heal with love and in peace
Life is beautiful except leaving.
Pawliczko Family
Message from Tamara Syby
August 7, 2017 9:17 PM
Please accept mine and my families condolences, this is such a sad and heartbreaking loss for all of you and the whole Ukrainian community. Prayers and strength to get through this for you Olya and your children. Know that everyone loves you and has you and your children in their thoughts and prayers. Vichnaya pamyat.
A candle was lit by Tamara Syby family
on August 7, 2017 9:13 PM
A candle was lit by Borysiuk Family
on August 7, 2017 7:48 PM
Message from Borysiuk
August 7, 2017 7:46 PM
Olya, We are sorry for your loss. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Lida & Pomko Borysiuk
Lida & Pomko Borysiuk
Message from Mark and Ruth Hoszko
August 7, 2017 10:43 AM
They say there is no reason, they say that time will heal,
But neither time nor reason will change the way we feel.
For no one knows the heartache that lies beyond our smiles,
No one knows how many times we have broken down and cried,
We want to tell you something, so there wont be any doubt
You're so wonderful to live with and so hard to live with out.. R.I.P. Vlad
But neither time nor reason will change the way we feel.
For no one knows the heartache that lies beyond our smiles,
No one knows how many times we have broken down and cried,
We want to tell you something, so there wont be any doubt
You're so wonderful to live with and so hard to live with out.. R.I.P. Vlad
A candle was lit by Patti Stevens and Kaylyn Madahbee
on August 6, 2017 9:52 PM
A candle was lit by Diane Yagla Pappas
on August 6, 2017 6:10 PM
A candle was lit by Anya Dydyk-Petrenko & Jurij Petrenko
on August 6, 2017 5:30 PM
Message from Miami Beach/Toronto
August 6, 2017 4:47 PM
It is with great sadness and disbelief that I learn about Walter's passing. He was a gentleman in every regard - to his wife, children, family and friends. He will be greatly missed by all because that was Walter - gentle, kind, caring and loving.
I had the privilege of meeting and speaking with him at Souzivka numerous times and Olya meant the world to him.
May God provide his beloved love Olya, his children, family with comfort during this difficult time. Continued prayers!
Eternal Memory
I had the privilege of meeting and speaking with him at Souzivka numerous times and Olya meant the world to him.
May God provide his beloved love Olya, his children, family with comfort during this difficult time. Continued prayers!
Eternal Memory
Message from MIDTOWN AUTO PARTS
August 6, 2017 11:10 AM
WITH OUR DEEPEST SYMPATHY
IN EVERY LIFE HE TOUCHED
HIS LOVE LIVES ON
MAY IT BE SOME COMFORT TO YOU
NOW TO KNOW HOW MANY LIVES
IN EVERY LIFE HE TOUCHED
HIS LOVE LIVES ON
MAY IT BE SOME COMFORT TO YOU
NOW TO KNOW HOW MANY LIVES
Message from Sandy & Vlodko Lemekha & Family
August 6, 2017 9:53 AM
Olya, Adrian & Talia....know that you are all in our thoughts & prayers & that our hearts ache for all of you. May his memory be eternal & may Vlodj Rest In Peace!
A candle was lit by Sandy & Vlodko Lemekha & Family
on August 6, 2017 9:49 AM
A candle was lit by Donna & Tania Bilanych and Adam Klymko
on August 6, 2017 9:07 AM
A candle was lit by Larissa Wiaziwsky
on August 6, 2017 9:04 AM
A candle was lit by Moroz family
on August 6, 2017 8:43 AM
A candle was lit by Luba, Vlodz, Danylko & Alexander Sydor
on August 5, 2017 10:51 PM
A candle was lit by Yenna B
on August 5, 2017 10:03 PM
A candle was lit by Svitlana and Omelan Markiw
on August 5, 2017 5:46 PM
A candle was lit by bohdan and vera shashkewych
on August 5, 2017 3:46 PM
An Azalea Plant was sent on August 5, 2017
With our Deepest Sympathy.... Much Love, ZOLOTYJ PROMIN
A candle was lit by Lidia & Oleksij Kerekesha
on August 5, 2017 7:32 AM
Message from james boccio
August 5, 2017 5:09 AM
I am sorry for your loss, I knew Walter from his work at Prime and he was always upbeat and a gentleman..rest in peace
jim boccio
jim boccio
A candle was lit by Jason & Tania Lenarz
on August 5, 2017 12:52 AM
Message from Alicia Bundziak
August 4, 2017 9:52 PM
Your kind heart and gentle spirit will live on forever - Rest In Peace, my fiend- Olya,Adrian and Talia - my love and sympathy to you all.
A candle was lit by Isy and Alicia Bundziak
on August 4, 2017 9:46 PM
A candle was lit by Zenon, Mary Ann, Stefan & Paul Bilanych
on August 4, 2017 7:29 PM
A candle was lit by Michael, Rosemary, Adam, Deanna & Marc Andrian
on August 4, 2017 6:53 PM
A candle was lit by Bo & Katia Kucyna
on August 4, 2017 6:02 PM
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