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My fondest memories of Koz are about our long walks. Koz loved to walk, long walks. The two of us together did many walks. It was always funny as we walked. Koz's legs were twice as long as mine so it took two of my steps to equal one of Koz's. I'll miss you Koz. Don Bowles

Though I met Mike only once back in summer '94, I couldn't forget his warm welcome at his house near D.C. Me and my friend George were visiting him and his son, Chris during our road trip at that time. I remember him standing in his huge kitchen after work and cooking spaghetti with sausages for all of us. He was worried we wouldn't get enough. After a couple years, I talked to him on the phone, while he was visiting his brother John and his family and it felt like talking to an old friend. You'll stay in our hearts Mike. Burak

Rest in Peace, dearly departed brother. We are all children of God. May the Father embrace you with open arms into the light of Heaven. Although I never met him, please extend my deepest condolences to his family. William Creighton, Solutions Account Executive

I love telling the story about how John and Michael were riding their bikes and trying to see how close they get to riding the wheel of the bike close to each other's head without touching it. They took turns lying down on the sidewalk and riding the bike close to the head of the other guy. So they did this OK for a while until it was Michael's next turn to lie down and John just got too close. So, the next thing I knew, John and Michael were running through the house with a red towel around Michael's head. But the red was the blood from Michael's head. So they rushed him to the emergency room. Love, Gloria (sister)

"Koz" was always "Michael" to us--baby brother of my husband, John. We're the "Norwood Kozlowski's" that Michael referred to and spent Thanksgivings with. I remember two years ago Thanksgiving when Michael made his Norwood pilgrimage. He had met this great new lady (the newly discovered Celia) and wanted to buy her a Christmas present. Off we went to a local department store. "A sweater!" Michael said. So we looked around until he found a wonderful black chenille turtleneck sweater. "Good choice," I said. "Now what size does she wear?" Michael gave me a blank stare. "Well, gee, Mike, ya gotta figure out a size!" I chided. "How tall is she?" More blank stare. And then, he took a few steps to the middle of the floor, draped his arm over an imaginary shoulder and said, "About that size!" Looked like a medium to me, so we made the purchase and headed on to find presents for this "awesome son" of Michael's heart-throb. Somehow, even when "clueless", Michael managed to come out ahead. Creative, loving, full of fun. Much-loved and sorely missed. Sister-in-law Lynne

We live in Rome, Italy and hardly knew KOZ directly but we know how much he was loved by his brother, John, and by John's family (my sister Lynne and her two children, Sarah and Matt). How he will be missed! We have lived so far away for so many years, but have often received digital images of Thanksgivings with the Norwood Kozlowskis --- thanks to Michael. I guess I wanted to write because the love which he generated had such a ripple effect that we felt included in his orbit even this far away. We are so, so sorry for this huge loss to everyone. Dana, Don, and Jacob

Koz and I were coworkers a dozen years ago. He was a great friend and buddy and always had an off-the-wall sense of humor and timing. When I bought a new house in Ashburn it was Koz who hung the fans in the 2 bedrooms and came to all our Super Bowl and Halloween parties. He brought homebaked bread, fanciful beers he brewed himself, and he always offered plenty of good-natured commentary. My wife passed away in late 98 and Koz was there to offer his sympathy and understanding. She was one of his biggest fans and I always will be one too. Good-bye old buddy, we will all miss you. Paul Prince

We were fortunate enough to know Michael from my sister who married his brother John. The first time we met him he had a LeCar with the license plate LeKoz. More recently, we got to know him at his annual Thanksgiving visit to Norwell. It was always Michael who had the latest gadget...the first digital camera was a big hit. He also always had the most interesting group of foreign exchange students and visitors who he would bring with him. I remember one Christmas that he came for dinner with Lynne and John. Our boys had been given a computer and a telescope... both of which had us frustrated. We kept saying, "When Michael gets here he'll figure it out ." I'll never forget them all out on the deck in the bitter cold with Michael pointing out everything through the telescope. He also helped figure out some "kinks" in our computer. So, the Busk family will always remember Uncle Michael and thank God for the opportunity to have known him. We will really miss him. I hope that Celia and Sam will still make Thanksgiving in Norwood part of their tradition, and bring a little bit of Michael with them. Joe, Joan, Andrew and Prescott Busk

The first time I actually met Koz in person, he had just personally picked up a computer in California, accompanied it on the plane to Ohio, and was installing it in the computer room here in Dublin. I worked with him over the phone numerous times, and he was a very bright, and very funny guy --always cheerful even when tracking down problems. I'll miss working with him. --Kathy

 Mike was my Chicago cousin when we were youngsters and I lived in Detroit. Set the way back machine for the late 60's. We both had an interest in electronics. His being software and computers, mine being hardware, which most electronics was back then. I ended up in two way radio. Now I sit surrounded by computers, watching and observing for glitches in our wide area radio network. Mike's early insight into the electronics world put him 20 years ahead of me, but light years ahead, mentally.

The last time I saw Mike was at our house when we hosted the family reunion in 1998. As I was preparing to call it a night, there was Mike and my wife, Linda just chatting away in the Kitchen. This had to be 1 AM. So what is the first thing I see in the morning. Koz walking across the lawn, picking up the remnants of the water balloon fights from the previous day. What a guy! We all will miss him. Rich, Linda and Eric Rybicki

 My cousin Mike was my youngest cousin on the Dombrowski side of the family. I always thought he was the smartest of all my cousins. He always amazed me with some of his ideas and the things he accomplished in his much too short life. The last time I saw Mike was at the family reunion at my brother's house two and a half years ago. My fondest memories of him are when we were much younger: the halfway picnics on many Labor Day Weekends and the many visits to Hammond to see my aunt, uncle and cousins.

Living in Indiana and knowing my Uncle was on either coast made his visits very special. I have very vivid memories of his visits. Regardless of the occasion, when my Uncle came to visit, he would always make his way to Chicago, and many times I went with. He showed me so many wonderful aspects of the Windy City, like "Billy Goat's" from SNL, his apartment across the street from the Fields mansion, the restaurant in Greek town where he introduced me to "Opa" (spelling doesn't count), and Fermi Lab. The list can go on further, but I think this represents my Uncle well. I look back upon how I knew my Uncle and can see much of him in myself. I, too, have a dream to have a super-powerful kitchen with professional oven and stove-top. I love to bake bread and all other kinds of untraditional recipes. And when it comes to gadgetry, well, if you get the chance to ask my mother, she'll tell you I am following in his foot steps. I am so thankful for the times spent with my Uncle. He has inspired me in so many ways. The memories I have of my Uncle will be cherished forever. Bob Daumer (nephew)

My dearest memory of my cousin, Michael, is when we were young. It took place at his home in Hammond. Michael and my brother were in the basement building box kites. Michael picked me up and set me on some boxes so I can watch. They were both so precise in their measurements; making the frame and cutting paper; to them this was very serious work. Michael was so patient with me, he didn't mind me asking lots of questions and wanting to help. He did let me help; when completed we went outside and flew the kites. I'll miss him dearly, from his cousin Lillian.

 Thank you for hosting the website for my brother Mike. It has helped me through this ordeal more than I can tell you. Sincerely, Christine

To all of you who have spoken of Mike's ingenuity, I can tell you it began when he was quite young. Our parents had a small neighborhood grocery store and it was Mike's job to take the empty soda-pop bottles down to the basement where they were stored. A simple 15 min. task for an 8 yr. old. The task would inevitably take him an hour because he would spend 45 min. devising a way to get the bottles down either on some kind of pulley system or a sliding system just so he wouldn't have to walk up and down the stairs. Sometimes the bottles would fall and break but most often, his older siblings would be forced into helping him complete the job, just so it would get done. Mike's cleverness also showed in high school theatre. When Hammond High put on their production of "The Mouse That Roared", Mike came through with a mechanical "bomb" complete with flashing lights. It was the highlight of the play. Mike's creativeness made him special. We shared many great moments together, as he has with all of you. His spirit will always be with us but his presence leaves an emptiness I can't express. Sister, Christine

 Koz was critical to the success of "Flash Gordon Returns," a 45-minute high school 8mm movie that I directed during 1970-71 that was patterned after the old "Flash Gordon" serials. Proudly a geek ahead of his time, Koz created any number of special effects for the movie, including digital readouts for the spacecraft cockpit. These are commonplace now but were unheard of back in 1970 -- but Koz dreamed them up, helped me install them and kept them running. Koz also played a role in the movie, which as I recall involved him wearing a coffee can on his head to simulate Planet Mongo headgear. Like me, Koz was a big fan of "2001: A Space Odyssey" and I'm very sad he didn't quite make it to see the new millennium. Koz's signature in high school was a stylized logo with the top part of the K ending in an arrow, with all three letters forming a thing not unlike the Artist Formerly Known as Prince. It was the first time I ever saw somebody make a logo out of his name and it impressed me a great deal. My enduring image of Koz will always be him scratching the back of his head and sort of smiling in quizzical concentration about how to make something work. He did a lot of that kind of figuring out a problem, and damned if it didn't always work in the end. Koz --We miss you, buddy! (Cue "Also Sprach Zarathustra" on soundtrack...)

-- Ted Dupont, Montclair, New Jersey

Koz's boundless energy always amazed me; how he was always INTO something, and always planning to get into more ( I suppose that Koz was just INTO living). Yet he could make one feel so special, like he had nothing better than to give his time to you. I only knew him at the office, where his door was always open; and when one walked in that door, one realized that the openness included his mind and his heart. Jeri

Mike and I were in high school together. He was never without a ream of computer paper and working out problems the rest of us had never even heard of, let alone try to figure out. This was way before most people knew anything about computers even. Deepest sympathy to his family. Marv Reynolds

I am still weeping as I write ...although I only met him once, when I came over to your house before Halloween, I simply fell in love with Koz, the warm honey bear sweetness, and his magnificent,

loving, gentle and effortless imaginative playfulness.

What a wonderful man! ecce homo! my problems that day evaporated in the sunny presence of his generosity of spirit, in the presence of your concern and kindness, and in the beautiful and deep flowing river of your amazing marriage. I left your home nourished with bread, and marveling with happiness at Koz and you and the wonderful world you and Sam and Koz had created together.

There are no words I can say my old friend, but I send a loving embrace from my heart and from the sea lions in the Galapagos, where I have just been, and with which, I'm sure, Koz would have been delighted to swim in the ocean. - j. fritz

My uncle brought different cultures to life with his postcards and visits. Trips to Chicago, Candadian hotdogs, dinners at sidewalk cafes in D.C. and blaring classical music while driving his VW van. Although, I did not always fully comprehend his scientific explanations, my uncle taught me a great deal and I will always remember the impact he had on my life. Carol Daumer (Neice)

If it were not for the patience and assistance that Koz showed for me during my Website Design Class, I would not have been able to work on this one. Koz was the only person who could explain many aspects, especially tables to me when my teacher couldn't reach me, so that I could really understand how they worked--even with doing the code manually. I called him while he was at work and he always took the time to help me with my class project website. Pam Bowles

Celia and I shared an office at the NIH for a couple of years. There was no privacy, we were both single, and we knew about each other's personal lives. We shared our dating travesties. One day, after I had moved to a different location, I dropped by to say hello to Celia. Sitting at her desk, Celia sheepishly looked up at me, smiled, and said, "I met someone." I knew instantly what she meant and knew that this must be a truly special man. She told me he liked to build tree houses, and I knew from our old office sharing days, that this was one of Celia's "requirements." I attended Celia, Koz and Sam's wedding, and shared Celia's joy in my heart. Now, I know Koz is in Heaven, looking down on Celia and Sam, and will protect them until the family is reunited. Until then, my heart cries for Celia and Sam. Love, Eugenie

My husband John and I only met Koz when we moved next door to him in Virginia 4 years ago, but thought he was a wonderful neighbor and a very neat guy. I have two favorite memories...The first is when I came home to find a snake in my house. My husband was at work and my two dogs were going crazy. Animal control said they would have to page someone, so I called Koz to see if he could come over and help me get the snake out, figuring he had done this before in his own house. He was very flustered and said he didn't have any ideas about how to get it out but that he would look on the internet to get suggestions and get back to me! Knowing how much of a computer person he was, I had to laugh. Technology will solve any problem! My second favorite memory was when Koz invited me over to see his "virtual Christmas tree". By now we knew Koz was a little quirky and into building things, but I had no idea what a virtual Christmas tree might be, so I had to see. It was the most beautiful tree, made out of a hoola hoop, fishing wire and lights. It was hung from the ceiling with fishing wire so it appeared suspended in the air. In the middle of the tree, also suspended, was a white teddy bear. It was the most clever thing I had seen. I was touched by all the work he must have put into it and the fact that he even thought of it in the first place. We are really saddened by Koz's death and the remarks made at yesterday's service only strengthened our feeling that we were blessed to have known him. We will miss him. John and Meghan

I only met Koz once, at his wedding to Celia. I was immediately struck that this was truly a match made in heaven. I have known Celia a long time and knew that she deserved someone really special. Koz was truly that person. He exuded a warmth and exuberance for living that many of us strive for and few achieve. And the love that flowed between them spilled over to all around them, as an example of what everyone hopes to experience at least once in a lifetime. My heart goes out to Celia and Sam and their families.

Koz spent much of his time on the computer and on the Internet, it would only be appropriate to have a link to his personal web page that he created in 1997. It contains pictures from various holidays and friends that year.