Colton Srokosz

Yesterday we lost my brother, Colton.  Devastating, and unexpected. 

Colton was known and loved by many. Despite his hardships, any time I would run into someone in town, they’d ask how he was doing and would always mention how funny he was. It was true, the man just had a gift for bringing laughter to others. From the times when we would entertain our family with skits by climbing on each others’ shoulders (his idea), throwing on a trench coat and a fake moustache pretending to be a tall mystery man – to making improv videos about a phony news station that thought it was a great idea to give weather predictions based on the weatherman’s eye colour. I’m still laughing about that one. He was a master of improv.

 I can remember our typical sibling rivalry like many brothers go through (thanks, puberty). But through the years, Colton and I found that we were very much alike, when we thought we were always so far from that. We would duet those old country songs our dad taught us with Colton strumming his guitar with such technical ease. Feeling that warmth of just belting and jamming it out with your brother is a feeling that is both unfathomable and irreplaceable. Just sharing our passion for music together. Even when you go busking in the middle of the night in downtown Windsor (probably not the greatest idea), but providing a serenade to the walkers-by was something we always enjoyed and learning that the song WonderWall by Oasis was STILL surprisingly popular.

Colton was also nothing short of a technical genius. I swear he was a carbon copy of our dad. I admired him so much. I truly believed he could have been successful in any career or trade. You literally gave him any piece of information or problem to solve – whether it was our computer, a math problem, or a personal problem. Colton would look at it, and you could just see those gears and gyros clicking and whirling to get to a solution (and he ALWAYS got to the solution). It just amazed me his hunger for knowledge, enough just was never enough for him. He used it to help people; be their white knight.

We’re so heartbroken losing him. But celebrating him in memory, who he was – will keep our broken hearts from shattering. Even though he was my “little” brother, I looked up to him in many ways, and he’ll be missed beyond belief.

Colt, we love you so much. You were a good brother, son, uncle, cousin, nephew and friend. Be at peace, now. 

Love, Cody

Colton Victor Srokosz was born 29 years ago to Terry (Cross) Srokosz and the late Larry Srokosz (2019).  He will be missed greatly by his mom Terry.  Colton could always make her laugh and put a smile on her face.  He loved his Mom hugs.  He had a huge heart and was a kind soul.  He was also the best brother to Cody and uncle to the girl who stole his heart, his niece Callie.  He was the pride and joy of his grandmother Molly and his late grandfather Victor Cross whose name he shared.  He was predeceased by his grandparents Stanley & Irene Srokosz.

Colton’s extended family includes his Aunts and Uncles; Della & Robert Johnson, Gwen & Doug Duyck, Diane & Gary Guyett, Frank & Dyanne Srokosz and Dennis & Shelley Srokosz as well as many cousins.

In support of Colton, his family encourages any donations be made to the Brentwood Recovery Home in Windsor, for the years of guiding him through the many challenges he lived throughout his life or the Chatham-Kent Hospice.

Family and friends are invited to visitation at the Blenheim Community Funeral Home on Sunday between 2 – 5 p.m.  Due to COVID restrictions, those wanting to attend must call the Funeral Home at 519-676-9200 to reserve a time.  Face coverings must be worn inside the Funeral Home.  A private service will be held on Monday with Pastor Eric Skillings officiating.