I spoke to Nick often about assignments for work, but the conversation would always stray to more personal topics. We spoke about family, health, travel, etc. 

although we only met once, we were in touch often for work. I’d share photos of the beach by me and stories about my morning surf sessions. 

He always asked about my family and especially my husband who is in the army. He respected that. Missing you, Nick. 

I am a freelance writer. I met Nick once at the Westchester office during a meeting  in 2019. Up until that point, we only interacted via email and phone.  I am so happy I had the opportunity to meet him in person. 

We have shared many laughs and conversations about work and life . Although it was a brief relationship, my life is richer because of it. : ) 

Nick is missed! I was thinking about him today before the Ever Loved email appeared in my Inbox. 

Sixty-three years ago, my mother brought home a beautiful baby boy, and it was love at first sight and the beginning of a lifetime of mutual dedication and an unbreakable bond.

He grew from the most delightful boy into a handsome, warm, and intelligent man, and as the years wore on, we only got closer.

There were no secrets between us, as we were each other's greatest supporters and confidants.

The loss is unbearable and something I never imagined possible. I am grateful for the kind words and support during this devastating time.

His loving sister,

Catherine Rose Brandi Buzzetto 

What does one say when they’ve lost a loved one! I think I was responsible for every scar he had. The one over his eye? We were throwing hammers at a tree. My hammer was straight forked he had a curved one ! I threw it and it stuck. He threw it even harder and it hit the curve and came whipping back even faster and clocked him in the head. A trip to the hospital and 4 stitches later we were back. Don’t you know he wasn’t satisfied until he threw that straight hammer and it stuck with the first try!

I could write a book of things we did!!

You’ll be missed cuz.

I will share an experience I had with Nick a week before he died. As most know, Nick lived in my house  in Ct. for approximately the past four years. He was a tenant but also a good friend. Being sick, shopping was hard for him so he asked me to get him 6 peeled hard boiled eggs. I was unaware such items existed but told him I’d search for them and if I couldn’t find a store that had them, I’d buy six eggs, boil them and peel them for him. He was in awe that someone would do this for him!

And yet, Nick consistently volunteered to carry this 83 yr olds enormous luggage to the garage each time I traveled (which was often), to install Netflix for me,, to help with my computer each time I got flummoxed with technology, etc etc.

In summation, Nick  was a  consistent “giver”, not a “taker “ He will be sorely missed.

I worked with Nick for several years in Ocean  City, MD. He was part of the best groups of people/friends/brothers I’ve ever worked with. He often said it could never be replicated.

When I heard he passed, I felt a really strong sense of sadness and loss, because he was such a dynamic and larger than life person when he wanted to be, and when you were his friend, he always wanted to be.

I remember so many moments that meant something to me and I hope they meant something to him.

One day he was scheduled to come in to work later, and for some reason me and my coworkers, Sam and Andre, decided to talk like Batman. Well Nick, unbeknownst to us, came in a terrible mood, and the three of us just started growling things at him like Batman. His face lit up, and he said he was prepared to be in a bad mood all day and in 7 seconds we’d bright him out.

We’d talk superheroes, books, movies, music, sports, life, and everything in between while tossing a nerf football he’d brought in. We’d all goof off and joke with each other, taking shots when we could. Nick being 25 years older than me, would often get “old man” jokes tossed his way, first he’d loudly grumble “oh, my lumbago!” and then he’d congratulate me on a good joke and tell me “Wit for wit’s sake”.

I’ll miss making him laugh, not that it wasn’t hard to do, but with him it was always genuine, it was always him wearing his heart on his sleeve and his soul on his chest like a big Superman symbol. 

The only sense of peace is him with his sister (my mother) dancing the night away to Saturday night fever~ much love and sympathy for my Aunt Cathy and family🙏

With love,

Nick’s niece (Christie)

This is very sad and while we were not in touch we meant so much to each other for many years. Please reach out to me if an when you have a memorial service.  My deepest condolences to all.