Lothar K. Reissig

I’m so saddened to hear of Lothars passing. He was such a sweet man. He was so welcoming and always had a smile on his face. He was full of optimism and you could tell he was enjoying life. I’m sending love and prayers to his family and to Diane and her family. He will be missed by many. May he be resting in peace . 🙏🏻❤️

We will do miss Lothar’s wonderful stories from way back in his life. He so enjoyed telling them.
Will also miss sitting on the Trippodi family deck in the Summers eating crab legs, he so loved them! Rest in peace. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Love John and Jeanette

So sorry to learn of this sad news.. Lothar was truly a wonderful man.. He never failed to let you know how much he appreciated everything you did for him .. He beamed when he spoke of how much he appreciates Diane and the life they were enjoying together.. Lothar, you will be missed.. RIP 💔JoJo

Hello everyone, I’m Nicole Trippodi, and I had the honor of being Lothar’s granddaughter for twenty-two years. I’ve loved having Lothar in my life, and I called him Pop. Let me start by telling you about Lothar K. Reissig. When he was twelve, he came here alone from Germany because he felt unsafe in his hometown. Finding out about his life and the incredible life he gave himself is both heartbreaking and inspirational. He worked hard for himself and was hired as a surveyor for New York State. He grew up close to his family, especially his sisters. During his lifetime, he met his spouse, with whom he had two children: Rosemary and Roy. They had a lovely life and created amazing family memories. Lothar was left a widow after his wife tragically died at a young age. After meeting Dan, Rosemary had two kids: Renee and Jason. Roy married Gail, and the two of them had two kids, Brian and Randal. Lothar was constantly discussing his family and their importance to him. When they first met, my Nana and Pop were both widows, yet they clicked right away. This is some information on my Nana Diane Trippodi. She was raised on Long Island and worked in the city at a beauty department. After a few years, she married Joseph Trippodi, and the two of them had two kids: Joseph and Christine. Joseph Trippodi, my grandpa, was employed at Grumman and contributed to the development of the Lem that traveled to the moon. Along with other people who also contributed, a plaque bearing his name was located on the moon. My biological grandfather and my Nana loved spending time with their family and created amazing memories together. Born and raised in Smithtown, my mother, Caralyn Trippodi, and father, Joseph Tripppodi, had a daughter, Nicole Trippodi. Before I was born, my biological grandfather died suddenly, leaving my Nana a widow at a very early age. It was history when Lothar entered her life a few years later. Together, they explored the world and created many memories with his family and my Nana’s family. Randal, Brian, Jason, Renee, and Nicole are the five amazing grandkids of my Nana and Pop. I never met my biological grandfather since he died before I was born. A few years before I was born, my Pop became a part of my family’s life. Even though my biological grandfather died before he could have met me, there are still days when I imagine him in my life.My Pop would not have been in my life if my biological grandfather had been around, so occasionally I do feel bad about it. So the thought of my Pop not being in my life is unfathomable since he is my guardian angel sent from heaven by my grandfather. Knowing that I had another amazing grandfather figure in my life to support me in my daily life makes me certain that my grandfather would be grinning in heaven. My family and I have been going over our photos, and the day I was born in particular, it was clear how delighted Pop was to have another grandchild. I could tell he loved spending time with his family because of the happiness he expressed in each photo. Along with remembering amusing tales from my early years, I have countless memories of my Pop, including simple things like sharing holidays and birthdays together. A few specific stories come to mind, one is when I was little I loved when he would bounce me on his lap singing a German song called Hubba Hubba Rider, another fond memory of my Pop and I is on a hot summer day when I was a little girl, Pop was working outside. He came inside for a break and to get a glass of water, and he got dirt all over the floor. I told him, “Pop, you’re in trouble,” and he asked me why. I told him that it was because you got the floor dirty, but don’t worry, I’ll clean it up before Nana notices. One last wonderful memory I have of my Pop is having him at my house for when my dog Buddy was dropped off for Christmas. Pop wasn’t a huge dog lover, but after Buddy came along, everything changed. For instance, he would always sneak food for Buddy, they would nap together, with Buddy sleeping at Pop’s feet or right next to him, and Buddy always got to stay at Nana and Pop’s house when we went on vacation. I could go on and on about all the amazing times I had with my Pop, but he just loved spending time with his family, especially at his and our families’ annual Christmas gatherings. Pop was the world’s most amazing, kind, and loving man. He had the greatest heart in the world and would express his gratitude to everyone in his life for their presence and how much he cared for them. Unfortunately, he had numerous severe falls in the final months of his life, which brought him to the hospital and a rehabilitation center. Every time I visited him at the rehabilitation center, I was struck by how painful it was to see this large, powerful man confined to a wheelchair or confined to bed because he was unable to walk, move, or take care of himself. It was terrible for my Pop to know what was happening and that he had no control over his ability to maintain himself, and I would not wish what he went through on anyone.Every time I visited him, he was in severe pain, and in some cases, he was just laying in bed, moaning and groaning, as he was unable to find a comfortable position to ease the discomfort. Knowing that I will never again see him, hear his voice, see his lovely smile, receive a final hug and kiss from him, or hear his childhood memories makes my heart ache. Even though it pains me, I know that he is in heaven with his loved ones, who missed and cherished him as much as they did. He leaves behind a large number of family members and friends who will always remember the great moments they shared with him, even though they miss him every day of their lives. Everybody has a ton of photos and memories that they can go to whenever they need a pick-me-up, want to see his face again, or just want to hear about his adventures. I hope someone else will read this lovely letter I wrote in loving remembrance of Lothar K. Reissig since I am too emotional to stand in front of everyone and read it myself. I love you forever and always Pop, and we will meet again one day.

Love always,

Your granddaughter Nicole Trippodi