My uncle, Roy Breabaum, died this weekend. He was 79. He was a man’s man - joined the Army at the end of WW2 as an infantryman, stationed in the British Mandate of Palestine, fought in Burma (and probably some other places). He smoked a lot, drank a fair bit, and liked dirty jokes. He was a non-stop working man - he built my Mom a long set of stone steps up the front of her yard when he was in his late 60s.
He was always an example to me.
RIP Roy.
