I am SO sorry over your loss of such a wonderful educator and true humanitarian. I am also sorry that I just learned of his passing, but he lived a full life. I was his Comparative Anatomy student at Seton Hall during the Fall semester of 1967, and I can honestly say that his unbelievably difficult course (in which I received a "B") caused me to think in so many different neural pathways that I still remember some of his most difficult exam questions, especially lab exams where we had to know the intricacies of dogfish shark anatomy. I was not a pre-med student, but I ended up teaching high-school Biology for 43 years and am still an adjunct professor at Fairleigh Dickinson. He commanded and earned the respect of all his students. Your family was truly blessed by his presence. Please accept my heartfelt condolences.

So very sorry for your loss. My sincere condolences and prayers to the family. Rest In Peace Cousin Nick. You were truly an amazing person.

Cousin Lucille

An honor to have known Nick, his wife Joyce and family. I loved seeing his students pop in for visits. It showed how respected a man he truly was, he lit up when they came. He was always a kind soul. It was my honor and pleasure to have worked for him at CareOne.

Such a wonderful life for such a wonderful man. Rest In Peace and God Bless his family.

Andrew and Catherine Joyce

My grandfather was someone who could tell you equally about Whitman's Leaves of Grass as he could about the intricacies of an actual leaf of grass. No amount of writing could sum up the stories, impact, and legacy he left behind, so here's a poem that shares some of my favorite memories: 

"The Man of Many Hats"

I once described my grandfather as scholarly Neapolitan Ice Cream

A man of many talents, the job of grandpa was supreme.

Born decades ago in the Bronx, he's had a Yankee hat for life

But there's one team he liked even more, one that began with his wife.

With hats from across the globe, tens of countries far and wide

He was happiest at the dinner table with his family by his side.

Elaborate doodles during meetings, oil paintings that would bring elation

My father and I agreed, "That talent skipped a generation!"

Walking into showrooms with my nana, buying cars like Peter Sellers

"I won't trade you in on a new model!" is the joke he'd tell her.

Something I admired about my grandpa, he'd go from serious to joking in a poof

Like when he reached into his drawer and pulled out fossilized dinosaur poop.

But what I admired most about him - he taught me never to stop learning

Always things to discover, people to impact - to never cease that yearning.

With wavy hair like my grandfather, you might wonder why he wore hats

But one read "Christopher, Michael, Elizabeth," and he loved wearing that.

I didn't have the privilege of knowing Dr. DeProspo, but I sit behind the same desk that he sat in the Dean's suite in the College of Arts and Sciences at Seton Hall, and I'm aware of his many contributions to the University. His abiding commitment to student research is particularly close to my heart.

It was always a pleasure working with Dr. DeProspo at SHU. Such a genuinely nice and caring man. A definite asset to the University.

I served for years as Dr DeProspo's associate dean in the College of Arts and Sciences, and saw at first hand his dedication to our university and its students. I fondly remember his pride in the physicians he had helped with their medical education, and worked with him as he established our school of Graduate Medical Education, which has now become a part of our medical school. But there is one contribution to the University that everybody knows but very few know that it too is his work. As Vice President for Planning, he reworked the roadways on campus, designing the entrance at Center Street and the peripheral road that keeps auto traffic away from the pedestrians going from building to building. If you enjoy getting around campus without watching for cars, thank Dr. DeProspo. Fittingly, the campus roads are preventive medicine, keeping us all safe. Next time you walk on campus without watching for cars, think of him fondly.

Peter G. Ahr, Ph.D., emeritus professor of religion.

A lifelong dream of becoming a physician was definitely in jeopardy during my senior year at SHU, when I realized that the American medical schools were not standing in line to accept me. Dr. Nick provided the encouragement and enthusiasm to make it over the goal line with an acceptance at UMDNJ.

Rather than have his secretary send me the news in a note, Dr. Nick personally found me at our humble Delta Sigma Omicron Fraternity table in the depths of Boland Hall, tapped me on the shoulder from behind, and exuberantly said “you are in!”

That moment will live with me forever and we have often reviewed it together as the years have gone by. I have had the privilege of knowing Dr. DeProspo as a mentor, teacher, and ultimately lifelong friend.

Heaven knows how many hundreds of other young physicians were given their chance to initiate their medical careers because of his unique ability to select them carefully, and move them to the next level with a high probability of success. Dr. DeProspo took great pride in following the careers of those he personally propelled into the world of clinical medicine.

Susan and I extend our sincerest condolences to Joyce, Doug, and the rest of his wonderful family. We are all much richer for having known him these many years.

Susan and Bob DiBenedetto

Led the development of excellence in post graduate medical education between Seton Hall and the Catholic teaching hospitals in New Jersey John W Sensakovic MD PhD

Nick, the “Master of the Luggage”

In a mad dash from York, England to Edinburgh, Scotland in a rented van packed with 8 adults, two children and tons of luggage, Nick spread himself in the back of the van to keep the luggage from flying all around. Our intrepid driver named Nick, the “Master of the Luggage”. Served with his shy smile.