John Robin Brehaut
Dear Aunty Liz, Sharon, Andrew and the whole Brehaut clan, I am sorry for your loss.
There must have been a time before Uncle John was a white-haired, jokester with the most amazing twinkle in his eyes but that is who he was to me growing up. I remember sliding around in the back of the car at night going through crazy gravel roads in Beaconsfield but knowing that he was keeping all us kids safe. He was the kind of man I hope I have become. Dependable, comforting and slightly mischievous. I didn’t know him as you did, but he was and always will be my Uncle John. That smile will live on in all our memories