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Julianne Barberio
Jeff Kalbas
September 3rd, 1954 - May 17th, 2020
September 3rd, 1954 - May 17th, 2020
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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.
Tim Kalbas





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.
Kris Zeglin

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
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.
Anthony Kalbas

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
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