Michael J. Sieczko

Michael J. Sieczko; devoted father of Miana and Izabella Sieczko; Loving son of Kathleen and Gene Sieczko;  dearest grandson to (late) Michael and Wanda Sieczko and (late) Noffy and Mary Servedio;  precious nephew to many aunts and uncles, beloved godson to Rose Servedio and Thomas Grafer; dearest cousin to numerous and friend to hundreds.  Funeral Tuesday 9:30am from Salerno Rosedale Chapels, 450 W. Lake Street, Roselle, (3/4 mile west of Bloomingdale/Roselle Road) to St. Isidore Church, mass at 10:45a. Interment St. Michael the Archangel Cemetery. Visitation Monday from 3:00p to 8:00p.  In lieu of flowers, the family will gratefully accept donations for the care of Miana and Izabella Sieczko. For info 630-889-1700 or www.salernofuneralhomes.com

Michael was born November 16^th,  he had very deep seated emotions and was an incredibly sensitive person.  He loved his family and enjoyed hosting parties.  Ever the joker, his sense of humor was off-the-wall sending anyone who was the recipient of his comments or jokes into side splitting laughter.  His studies included a tenure at Harper College, Columbia college and the Art Institute.  He was especially creative and had an extremely intellectual insight. He was a devoted friend.  His level of integrity and desire to remain loyal was unquestionable when it came to his family and also his friends.

The eternal loves of his life were his daughters Miana and Izabella Sieczko.  They have acquired his sense of determination, kindness and integrity.  They adored their father.  He was more like their friend than anything.  He loved watching scary movies with them every Friday night.  You would see him sitting in between them in the dark with a big bowl of popcorn.  He was ever the prankster and enjoyed being the perpetrator of fun and games.  His heart was forever young.

He was an exceptional, self-taught musician.  His choice of instrument was the drums and percussion.  He was extraordinarily talented.  It was a given that if he pursued that line of work, he would have been a masterful musician.  He was that good!

His happiness included Halloween, fireworks, motorcycles, cool cars and  locomotive trains that he started to collect with his dad.  As a child, he loved the one-on-one time he spent with his father camping and exploring nature.  He really looked forward to attending auto shows and coming back to tell us about all the cool concept cars that were on display.  He studied each one and knew about the dynamics they carried and was always on top of the newest innovations.

His intelligence superseded the average person. He could actually give you information on any topic and if he didn’t know the answer (which was rare), he found the answer.  You can bet that anything he advised was the correct way of doing things.

He was very kind and caring to animals and loved his little dog, Gizmo. He instantly had a connection to him. He was ever the loving son and always told you he ‘loved you’ when ending a phone conversation.  His mother was his biggest fan next to his daughters.  An only son, his parents put all of their love, resources and admiration into this young man.  He enjoyed his cousins, aunts and uncles and loved his grandparents beyond measure. He loved his entire family and it showed.

Michael also had an occasional interest in Native American folklore as a teenager and explored various modes of spirituality throughout his life.  He believed in a higher power and respected the authority.  He was interested in UFOs and extraterrestrial life.  He knew there had to be something more out there.  As an adult, he started getting more involved with government and policies.  He questioned everything and was concerned about the direction our nation was heading.

When asking his mother what his most specific trait was, she answered, “Michael was the most kind, caring and loving son ever.  He always told me he loved me before he hung up the phone. In fact, that was the last thing he told me.”   Because that is exactly who Michael was.  Rest in Peace, my dear nephew, until we meet again never to be separated.  Enjoy your wings.