Bernie is my grandfather. When i mean he was the most influential and kindest man alive, boy do i mean it. He taught me almost everything i know today. I remember everything about my grandfather even the earliest childhood memories. my greatest memories are from when my grandparents lived in pennsylvania. We had so much fun with "pop pop". He built me and my sister samantha swing sets from trees and he built a go cart for us. he was the greatest. there was nothing he wouldnt do for anybody.He loved to joke and make you laugh. I will never forget that laugh and that smile that can light up the world.I am deeply saddened by his departure. I know he is in heaven watching over me and that alone gives me the strength to wake every day and be the best i can. i love you pop pop. you are greatly missed.

I had the privledge of meeting Uncle Bernie on only three occasions, twice in Ireland and once in NJ about twenty years ago which I fondly remember.This is the negative impact of emigration on family relationships. I still clearly remember Bernie's mother,who was my maternal grandmother and was widowed very young and then saw three of her children Bernie, Aggie and Teresa emigrate to the USA as teenagers and afterwards only saw them on a handful of occasions. I am sure there is a good old "getting to know you again" party going on in Heaven as Bernie joins the rest of the family.God Bless you all.

He was a kind and gentle man and a distinct asset to the Brookfield Community. Berney will be missed.

Memories of my Uncle Bernie are many. Most often were the annual Thanksgiving dinners, a tradition at my Aunt & Uncle's home. I've always cherished those memories maybe even more so than Christmas. There was no stress or agenda but rather our families got together just because we were all family.

Uncle Bernie was always the tickler. When I was young he would sit on the end of the couch close to the stairs and if I got within reach it was all over. His tickling was relentless! At times I thought he would tickle me to death.

My Uncle Bernie was an amazing man. It seemed there was nothing he wasn't skilled at. He could build, repair, invent and do anything.

I love him and miss him.

Remembering Uncle Bernie: I remember my Mom telling stories about Uncle Bernie teaching her to drive..need I say more. I remember going to their house on Gail Place in Secaucus as a young kid with my brother Jim...he would tickle us to a point we were laughing so hard we could hardly breath..and we loved it. I remember Uncle Bernie when I was a teenager home from college for the summer and working with him & Mike fixing up one of the ice cream stores and really learning the value of hard work and learning all kinds of practical things from him. I remember Uncle Bernie when I was a young adult and my wife, Diane, and I decided to change our house from oil to gas heat. He not only helped us get a good deal on a furnace...he helped us remove the old one and put in the new one..or should I say I helped him..and once again I learned from him. I remember Uncle Bernie's faint Irish brogue and his cheerful "Hi Tommy" whenever he saw me. I'll always remember Uncle Bernie with love.