Jeffrey Kurlak
1995-08-06
Jeff died of a pulmonary embolism at age 42. Was living in Pittsburgh with his wife, our 1971 classmate Mary Wolff Kurlak.
Mary said she met Jeff in Mr. Kline’s BSCS class in 10th grade. As he was one of the few boys who was taller than me in high school, I chased him unmercifully until he asked me out for a date the beginning of 12th grade. That began many years of seeing each other. Jeff was very intelligent, witty, kind, and compassionate. We eventually married and had 4 beautiful children. He was a loyal and devoted husband and father. Jeff graduated from Penn State and was a mechanical engineer. He was working for Herr Voss in Callery, PA when he suddenly died. It was a shock to our family, but our faith has sustained us, and we still feel his loving presence to this day.
Greg Jones: Jeff was a great guy, and someone I looked up to. Learning of his passing at our 30th reunion shocked me. As an Emergency Physician I have had the experience of treating a lot of people I know, bringing a few back from the brink of death and pronouncing some friends dead. Somehow the emotional roller-coaster I sometimes ride at work doesn't make it any easier to hear about the loss of old friends.
Mary said she met Jeff in Mr. Kline’s BSCS class in 10th grade. As he was one of the few boys who was taller than me in high school, I chased him unmercifully until he asked me out for a date the beginning of 12th grade. That began many years of seeing each other. Jeff was very intelligent, witty, kind, and compassionate. We eventually married and had 4 beautiful children. He was a loyal and devoted husband and father. Jeff graduated from Penn State and was a mechanical engineer. He was working for Herr Voss in Callery, PA when he suddenly died. It was a shock to our family, but our faith has sustained us, and we still feel his loving presence to this day.
Greg Jones: Jeff was a great guy, and someone I looked up to. Learning of his passing at our 30th reunion shocked me. As an Emergency Physician I have had the experience of treating a lot of people I know, bringing a few back from the brink of death and pronouncing some friends dead. Somehow the emotional roller-coaster I sometimes ride at work doesn't make it any easier to hear about the loss of old friends.