Jeff Kalbas

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Julianne Barberio

Jeff Kalbas

September 3rd, 1954 - May 17th, 2020

September 3rd, 1954 - May 17th, 2020

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Losing Jeff Jeffrey Raymond Kalbas of Addison, IL passed away on Sunday, May 17th, 2020. Coronavirus robbed our family of the opportunity to comfort him at the hospital in his last days and to mourn his death properly. Our grief is compounded by not being able to share this loss with family and friends face-to-face, to share stories, to give heartfelt hugs, but most importantly, to be together. Since we were unable to say our goodbyes in the traditional way, we'd like to provide this virtual memorial to remember Jeff. Please feel free to check out the pictures from his life and share your own pictures and memories too. Remembering Jeff Jeff was the oldest son of Harold (Kal) and Betty's five children, born September 3, 1954. Growing up in Norridge, our house is where all the neighborhood boys congregated. Mom used to say, "I'm happy they are here, so I can keep an eye on them!" Many of those ‘boys' are lifelong friends. We all learned love of family, hard work, and responsibility from mom and dad. Jeff started working at 14 with mom and dad at Heck's Catering and his life was distinguished by hard working hands, his business savvy, and his knowledge and experience in the construction industry. After graduating from Ridgewood High School, Jeff studied construction management at Triton College. He honed his carpentry and general contractor skills throughout his life. He was the ultimate entrepreneur - always working hard to book the next job with my brother Mike. For 35 years, they worked side by side together, a truly amazing feat……especially if you knew Jeff!! I got a small glimpse of their unique partnership when they remodeled at my house last year. The ‘hub-bub' of activity each day that Jeff choreographed could make your head spin. I marveled at his ability to ‘see' how things would look when they were finished. He orchestrated every day like a premier maestro. And the finished rooms still make me happy. And that's how his small business flourished, always with friends/partners he knew for years: Jeff the cabinet guy, Jason the plumber, Bo the electrician, Manuel the tile guy, Peter the granite guy, Joe for real estate, Tom, Gina's brother, for heating/air, and sometimes with Ron, our cousin. Sam and Ghan started as his customers and then became his partners and friends. He was passing on his knowledge to the next generation when nephews Anthony and Jack would work with him and Mike during the summer months. Remembering his love of sports Sports were a constant in the Kalbas household growing up, a favorite being hockey. Our dad would freeze over the backyard to create an ice rink, and all the siblings would skate for hours in the frigid temperatures. When Jeff was a young man, he was hit by a car, which permanently damaged his knee. Sadly, this put an abrupt end to his participation in any sports for the remainder of his life, except golf! Because this happened when he was young, most people don't remember that Jeff was an excellent athlete. Baseball and hockey were his two best sports. We would marvel at his great plays on the baseball field, as well as top-notch skating, stick-handling and slap-shots on the ice. Or, for that matter, while playing street hockey with the wooden goals he built in the garage! Even when he was a kid, Jeff had a deep understanding of the inner workings of sports during the heat of the action. From his days as a young boy, watching the Blackhawks game in the basement with Dad and his brothers, shouting "he shoots, HE SCORES!!!", to his many trips to Blackhawks games as an adult, Jeff was a lifelong Blackhawks fan. Jeff started playing golf in high school and picked it up more frequently when he was older, and from then on it was one of his favorite pastimes. He was known for driving the ball right down the middle of the fairway, even if it wasn't that far! He enjoyed playing on teams and going on golf trips to Florida with his friends Rich, Paul, Joe, Jimmy M., Jimmy H., and Chris. Remembering his love of family If you knew Jeff, you might describe him as a tough, grumpy guy. But underneath, he had a deep love of family. In the last few years, we came to appreciate this when we lost our mom and dad within 100 days. He took being our ‘big brother' very seriously and was fiercely loyal. He embodied the word ‘Strength' and was our rock during a very difficult time. I know that we couldn't have done it without him. Jeff is survived by his wife Gina and their two dogs, Emma and Parker, and his siblings; Kris Zeglin (Barry), Tim Kalbas, Mike Kalbas (Michele) and Peggy Fahy (Paul) and in-laws Tom Palicke (Karen), Sue Pope (Dave), and Lisa Dziurgot. He had many nieces and nephews: Katie, Anthony and Jack Kalbas, Julianne Barberio and Alissa Zeglin, Valerie Delaney, Frank and Mike Palicke, Jackie Pope-Jarke, Dave Pope (deceased), Nick, Dan, Ashley and Brandon Dziurgot and Kelly, Colleen and Kathleen Fahy Saying Goodbye & Celebrating Jeff at Shoeless Joe's We will be celebrating Jeff's life at his favorite hangout, Shoeless Joe's in Addison. Due to the current COVID regulations, we penciled in Sunday, August 2nd and will confirm once closer to date. We will keep you posted.

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Celebration of Life for Jeff Kalbas

Aug 2nd, 2020

1:00 PM - 3:30 PM

(GMT-5:00) Central Time (US and Canada)

Shoeless Joe's Ale House & Grille, West Lake Street, Addison, IL, USA

1480 W Lake St, Addison, IL 60101, USA

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Bobby Baker

When I was 18, Jeff gave me a job when I needed it. When my car broke down, he bought me a 1983 F150 with a manual transmission. It was grey, it was old and it was a life changing event for me. It showed me that you can have a tough exterior but still have compassion and love for the people who matter most to you. That wasn't the first time Jeff had made a profound impact on the man I became. When I was a young boy, Jeff took me to my first sports event. A blackhawks game at the old Chicago Stadium. I didn't know it at the time but it was when Chicago stadium was facing the wrecking ball. He also gave a me Yankees jacket that night. It was during a period of my life that I was in grave danger of heading down the wrong path. I realized later in life that the simple act of taking me to that game had filled a void in my soul that is typically filled by a father. I once told him I wanted to pursue a career in music. He asked me if I was crazy. After talking with him for a while he said I should do what makes me happy. I always appreciated that he was honest with me and always gave it to me straight. There are so many more instances of this that I can recall where he had reached me in ways that nobody else could. In a lot of ways, he saved me from myself. The thing that really hits me hard is that Jeff is not my blood relative and Yet, he treated me, I think, as he would have treated his own son. He told me he was proud of me when I made my first baseball all-star team and also set me straight when I did something stupid. So you see, he wasn't just Jeff to me. He wasn't just "Cousin" or "Uncle" as I referred to him as a young boy and young man. In some ways, he was like a father to me. Love you, Buddy. Say hi to my Dad for me. I'm pretty sure he has already thanked you.

Published July 4th, 2020
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Tim Kalbas

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Ah, my big brother Jeff. Taken from us far too soon. Not everyone understands the very unique, primal relationship that brothers have. Relationships forged from childhood. Playing together with the Tonka trucks and toy hammers... playing wiffle ball in the backyard... playing hockey in the basement... playing ice hockey in the backyard, and eventually at the local ice rinks... wrestling and fighting as boys do. Jeff's influence on me was a constant. He was a fierce competitor, independent, always a hard worker, and a successful entrepreneur. As they say in British English, Jeff didn't "suffer fools gladly." He didn't respect sloth. He respected people with integrity who worked hard to provide for themselves and their families. With my brother, if I was being lazy or disingenuous, I wouldn't feel his respect. Growing up, and into adulthood, somewhere deep down I wanted to earn the respect of my brother. That drove me, that encouraged me. He was a builder, from a family of builders. And I was impressed by what he could create, and the rewards he gained from his hard work. Jeff got a lot of satisfaction from being independent and running his own company. In doing so, he was able to provide opportunities for others to work with him and they could benefit as well. He really enjoyed being able to provide work for his little brother Mike and all his many contractors. We were all a band of brothers. Through all the years, Jeff was a devoted family man. And he treated so many of his friends and colleagues like family. He was there for you. Not with flowery words or idle chit-chat, but with his presence there when you needed him. He certainly was there 100% for our parents in their senior years, especially near the end, when they needed us all the most. Harold and Betty were sure proud of the hard-working, successful, and yes, kind person that Jeff always was. I have long recognized that I would not be the man I am today, had I not had Jeff as a big brother. Few people will understand the truth behind those words. When I stepped up and became the best man I could be, I felt a unique connection and respect from Jeff that I really enjoyed. Jeff was a truly unique man. Exactly the kind of guy you'd want in the foxhole next to you when the going got rough. And exactly the kind of guy you'd want next to you enjoying a drink or a meal after a hard day's work. I will miss my big brother. Rest in peace Jeff.

Published June 28th, 2020
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Kris Zeglin

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It's hard to believe we just wrote "Losing You". The last time I wrote you a letter was Christmas 2018 to tell you how thankful I was for my ‘Big Brother', and I gave you a gift that was priceless to me. The ‘Strength' cross was one of the last gifts that I gave to Dad. He taught us about Family and Honor and Strength….and Mom was just like him. Even in their old age, they were rocks for all of us. You had the Strength they had and you showed up for all of us and honored them. I love you and miss you Brother. Kris

Published June 22nd, 2020
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Peggy Fahy

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Jeff, I sure am going to miss you calling me your "baby sister" even as we got older.While I will miss you dearly, it comforts me to know your with Mom and Dad. Rest In Peace.

Published June 29th, 2020
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Anthony Kalbas

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When I hear the back door open and I look I still think it's going to be my Uncle Jeff. What kills me the most is I didn't get to say goodbye the proper way. But I know he knows. Golf in peace Uncle Jeff you will always be in my heart

Published June 26th, 2020
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