Michael M Klimowicz

July 15, 1927September 9, 2021

Micezyslaw Michael Klimowicz, 94 of West Manchester, passed away on Thursday, September 9, 2021 at his home. He was born July 15, 1927 in Naliboki, Poland to Wilhem and Jozefa (Lojko) Klimowicz. He is survived by his three children; son, Paul (Tricia) Klimowicz from Wales, daughters, Angela Davis from Wales, Teresa Klimowicz Wombold from West Manchester; 7 grandchildren, Lee Davis, Emma (Phil) Hooper, Stuart (Kelly) Klimowicz, Paul Davis, Tara (Aimee) Wombold, John Wombold, Tyler (Destanie) Wombold; great-grandchildren, Clayton Brown, Sofia Klimowicz, Leiloni Davis, Morgan Hooper, Mia Davis, Thomas Wombold, Cayden & Payton Wombold, and twin boys Michael and Walker Wombold on the way; brother, Antoni (Bozena) Klimowicz as well as numerous nieces and nephews. He is preceded in death by his wife of 46 years, Elizabeth May Heather Klimowicz and sister, Christine Dobranski. He was a man of many talents, author, artist, body builder-weight lifter (Mr. Swansea Wales 1952), served as an interpreter for the United Kingdom, welder, steel erector, farmer, and business owner. His faith in God was strong and guided him through his life, including World War II. He survived many hardships like being in forced labor camps. Regardless he always had a smile on his face and never met a stranger.


The family would like to thank The Hospice of Dayton for all of their support. Wonderful nurses Melanie, Bessie and Tanya; Aimee Mumpower for your love and support that last three years and always being there; caregivers, Bev, Jackie, Michelle, Karen, and Terri.

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Jackie Threewits

September 18, 2021

When I think of Michael the first thing that comes to mind is his infectious smile. Regardless of how he felt or what was going on he would always greet me with a smile. Watching him and my daughter interact was generally the highlight of my day. She was just a baby when we first met him, and from that day onward she would take every opportunity she could to crawl, scoot in her walker, and eventually run to his room to see him. She knew that when she got there he would light up and talk to her, clap with her, and marvel at whatever new thing she'd learned to do. Sometimes she would catch him sleeping and she would just wait watching him, frequently clapping knowing that when he woke up he'd join her in her excitement. They shared a friendship filled with joy and laughter that you couldn't help but join in. I particularly enjoyed hearing his stories, each day I would learn something new about his life. His life story is one that rivals any movie or best selling novel. The places he'd been, the things he'd done...I only wish I'd been able to learn more. To spite enduring many hardships he achieved even more victories, and carried on with endless optimism and a joy for life that was palpable. His positive outlook and loving smile will forever hold a special place in my heart.

* Picture of Eliza sneaking in while he was napping.