Birth date: Aug 2, 1928 Death date: Oct 13, 2022
William Brych, 94, passed away October 13, 2022. Beloved husband of 53 years to Bozena Brych (nee Chovan). Loving father of Lydia Hoyt (Christopher) and Victoria Hunter (Jason). Son of the late Daniel and Antonina Brych. Brother o Read Obituary
My condolences to Bozena and other relatives. May God be your comfort
“It’s hockey night in Canada!” shouted the announcer as the game began every Saturday night. Back then there were only six teams In the NHL and, of course, we all favored our home town team, the Maple Leafs. We would gather in the front room of the Gladstone Avenue home, crowding onto a single sofa, cheering on the Leafs. All of our uncles, our grandparents, and Irene and I, hooted and hollered at the tiny TV screen. I looked forward to those Saturday nights with my uncles. When Uncle Bill moved to Chicago he became a Chicago Black Hawks fan, much to our chagrin!
Uncle Bill was our favorite, always talked with us on a multitude of topics, knowledgeable on both the most mundane and the most obscure subjects alike, but especially cars! A shiny new Thunderbird every year or two was ooh-ed and aah-ed at by us all. As my sister wrote, he returned to Toronto often after moving to Chicago and we always looked forward to his visits. He will surely be missed! Our memories, though, live on!
My uncle Bill always took an interest in us, his nieces and nephews. I remember him fondly. One particular day, a super sleek sports car pulled up in front of our house. This definitely was not one of the run-of-the-mill family cars I was used to seeing. Yet another surprise greeted me when I saw the occupant of that car. It was my uncle Bill from Chicago! My brothers, who were also playing outside, ran up to meet him and to steal a peek into that polished, glossy vehicle - a Thunderbird, by the way. However, there was another unexpected appearance. From the trunk of that streamlined piece of machinery, my uncle pulled out a gleaming, brand new, black bike for my brother Nick. A little bird must have told him that Nick had worked hard to refurbish and rebuild two scrapped bikes, his own and one for me! That’s the kind of uncle he was!
