Peter Vincent Krupski, known affectionately by many names-Pete, Pop, and Papa-passed away on Wednesday, August 12, 2026, at the age of 79. Born on September 8, 1946, in Greenport, N.Y., Pete was a man of many eras. His life held stories of good-natured childhood delinquency, a spirited young man finding his way in the world, an innovative and accomplished engineer, and, eventually, the grandfather who could still fly down a double-black-diamond ski run with more finesse than his teenage grandson would ever have liked to admit. He approached every chapter of life with the same characteristic confidence, energy, and willingness to embrace whatever came next.



After earning a Bachelor of Science degree in Electrical Engineering from the Rochester Institute of Technology, Pete began a 40-year career as an engineer with General Electric. His professional life reflected the qualities that defined him personally: intelligence, ingenuity, discipline, and an instinctive ability to solve problems. He was a man who took pride in doing things well and who believed that hard work, persistence, and personal responsibility mattered.



His presence could be felt in the good-natured back-and-forth banter around a game of Left Right Center-though anyone who knew Pete knew that no game could be played without him introducing a healthy dose of competition-or in the unmistakable smell of his famous meatloaf drifting through the house.



It was rare to see Pete at rest; he was truly a man on the move, and most of the time, a furry friend would reside right in tow (it was like he wore pheromones genuinely). He could be direct, and at times even stern, but those who knew him best understood that his criticism was rarely without purpose. It came from love, from high expectations, and from a genuine desire to see the people around him become the best versions of themselves.



Talking with Pete was like reading a choose-your-own-adventure novel. One conversation might carry you through memories of his Alaskan fishing expeditions; the next could turn toward his latest predictions about the stock market the following fall (which, although begrudging to admit, were usually right). His curiosity never seemed to diminish with age, and neither did his appetite for adventure.



Pete was actively involved in his church, where he helped count money and, in keeping with his practical nature, even mowed the church lawn. He served not for recognition, but because there was work to be done and he was the kind of person who would simply roll up his sleeves and do it.



Above all, Pete was a family man. He was preceded in death by his parents, Antone Steve Krupski and Jessie Barbara Smolenski and leaves behind his beloved partner, Kathy Robertson; his late spouse Eileen E. Krupski; lovely daughter, Tracey Krupski and spouse Jeffrey Thompson; cherished grandchildren, Adelaide Thompson and Riordan Thompson and adoring family including Debbie and Jerry Grigonis, Jennie and Bryan Bishop, and Elizabeth Deane.



Pete, Pop, Papa-he bore many names because he wore many hats. Engineer. Adventurer. Husband. Father. Grandfather. Competitor. Storyteller. Outdoorsman. Friend. He was the person who could challenge you, teach you, make you laugh, and occasionally frustrate you, sometimes all within the same conversation. Pete was a true force, a man who was self-assured, stable, and sharp, a stoic figure who was the physical embodiment of the word dependable and hard-working. His legacy can be seen in his daughter's devotion, grandson's inexplicable luck, granddaughter's perseverance, and so many others. Pete will be missed deeply.



A memorial mass will be held at 10:30 a.m. on Tuesday, August 18, 2026 at Our Lady of Nazareth Catholic Church. Arrangements by Oakey's South Chapel. 540-989-3131