August 14, 1957 – December 24, 2021
Janusz Bolbotowski, 64, entered into God's loving care on December 24, 2021.
Born in Gliwice, Poland, he spent the majority of his married life residing in East Brunswick, NJ. Janusz was a Polish Patriot at heart and was a talented cobbler and shoe designer in Poland. He spent most of his professional career as a maintenance mechanic and utilized this skillset to provide for his family and loved ones. In his spare time, he was an avid sports enthusiast and ice hockey player/coach, helping coach his son and others in the community to play with grit, poise and heart. His other hobbies included having an appreciation for cars with a strong affinity towards Porsches. He enjoyed collecting many vinyl records while sharing his love for music with his family. He also had a deep affinity for animals, especially cats, always welcoming in strays who needed to be cared for and was known as the “cat whisperer” among his loved ones.
Janusz was predeceased by his father Tomasz, his son Radus, his mother Jadwiga, his brother Bogdan, his wife Urszula and his brother Jerry. He is survived by his four children: Justyna and husband Moudar, Jaroslaw and wife Sandra, Julia and Janusz Jr., as well as his family in Poland, including his brother Tadeusz, his brother Ryszard, and his sister Jolanta.
Private services will be held at St. Stanislaus Cemetery in Sayreville, NJ, under the direction of the Buklad-Merlino Memorial Homes, Hamilton.
In lieu of flowers, please consider making donations in memory of Janusz to Morris Animal Foundation (www.morrisanimalfoundation.org) or Special Olympics (www.specialolympics.org).
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żegnaj Janek. Ostatni raz widziałam Cię młodym chłopcem w Gliwicach... żegnaj chłopaku, spokojnej drogi... Rest in Peace 🖤
Jarek and family My deepest condolences on the loss of your dad. May God comfort you the days ahead and know that dad is smiling down from heaven. Love Lum. &Dave
RIP Uncle Janek! 😪
There are gallows that some hang from,
not always heard or seen.
Suspended by desolation of the mind,
their thoughts aren’t always very keen.
The noose which silences them,
is not one that attracts much attention.
Invisibily wrapped around their thoughts
Like weeds ascending towards a tulips detention.
Despair grips, fear consumes, self-hatred
leaves the very soul stained.
When one can’t even trust their thoughts,
they’re left in perpetual despair and disdain.
A suffering like no other,
to be a prisoner of one's mind.
It can wear out the most emblazened souls,
For it surely is a life-long grind.
We must be there for those who struggle,
and fight so hard, to get out of their…
My deepest condolences to you and your family I met your father briefly and he seemed like a very quiet man. Very kind. May he rest peacefully I’m so sorry.