Todd R. Nystrom

Todd R. Nystrom

August 2, 1971 – April 27, 2019

Preceded in death by father, Robert S. Nystrom.  Survived by mother, Nancy J. Nystrom; sisters, Stacy Nystrom and Kelly Nystrom; brothers, Scott and Ryan (Kerri); nieces: Olivia, Sophie, and Shyla; nephew, Aiden; godparents, Leo and Gerri Majorek; godson, Finn Mobley; other relatives and many friends.

The family will receive friends on Wednesday, May 1^st from 6pm to 7:30pm at Holy Cross Catholic Church, 4810 Woolworth Ave., followed by VIGIL SERVICE at 7:30pm.  MASS OF CHRISTIAN BURIAL: Thursday, May 2^nd at 10:30am at Holy Cross Catholic Church.  Interment, Resurrection Cemetery.  Memorials will be directed by the family.

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Todd Robert Nystrom passed away on April 27, 2019 at the age of 47. Preceding him in death was his father, Robert Nystrom. He leaves behind his mother, Nancy Nystrom; sisters, Kelly and Stacy Nystrom; brothers, Scott and Ryan (Kerri) Nystrom, and nieces and nephews,  Sophie and Shyla Youngs and Olivia and Aiden Nystrom; godson, Finn Mobley.

He was an amusing character which is where his many childhood nicknames—such as Goofy, Loopy, Chia, Rodler, and Brownie—came from. He had many roles in his life including son, brother, and friend, but his favorite was uncle. You could catch him at any moment building dollhouses and toy boxes for his nieces, playing in the backyard with the kids, or showing his three-year-old nephew the leaf blower, an event Aiden couldn’t wait to witness. 

He was always working with his hands and helping out anyone who could use it. If a project needed to be done, Todd would be there, tools in hand…which he always seemed to accidentally leave behind. 

He, like every other, had his quirks. He was afraid of gnomes for some illogical reason. The family would like to mention the South Park episode, “Underwear Gnomes” which seemed to further his fear. He sleep-walked when he was a kid, which led to some stories still laughed about today. He also had the food palette of a three-year-old. He would eat only canned corned, (never frozen), instant mashed potatoes, Kraft mac’n’cheese, Doritos, and canned cranberry sauce. Thanksgiving had to be specially modified to fit his liking. He always seemed to have a ball cap on his head. His nieces used to steal it from him and try to make him chase them to catch it, but let it be known, Todd did not mess around when it came to his hat. 

He was a man who spoke few words, and when he did, they were very, very soft. He would sit in the room with his eyes shut, hat over his face, listening to the conversation, occasionally imputing a laugh or comment here or there. Then he would stand up, walk out, and go home in complete silence, not saying anything to anyone. This left everyone asking, “Where did Todd go?” 

The one day you could always tell where Todd was occurred on the Fourth of July. Lighting off fireworks and scaring everyone else while he did it seemed to be one of his favorite things to do. He would come, car-load of fireworks in hand, ready to celebrate this day like no other. The Fourth of July was Todd’s holiday, and it will never be the same without him. 

Not only does he leave behind his family but all of his wonderful and supportive friends. Some have been there since his childhood, helping Todd navigate through life, and without whom he couldn’t have made it. 

Todd was a caring, helpful, and funny man. He will forever be loved and missed by all those whom he touched and will always be in their hearts as the amazing man everyone knew him to be.