Brian John Plechaty

Brian, my brother, my truest friend, From the moment you arrived, our bond began. I recall when mom brought you home with care, She gave me a doll, and we named him "Charlie" to share; that's how your got your nickname to bare. I'd feed my little one as she cradled you close, Two siblings growing, and love engrossed. Through the years, we'd laugh and sometimes fight, But our connection ran deep, our future shining bright. We'd argue and bicker, our voices raised high, Yet our...

When I was a just a kid, Brian was at every football practice on the sidelines. Grey Cal-Poly sweatshirt, light wash blue jeans, dark blue visor. I´ll never forget watching him walk onto the field and give quick little lessons before we´d resume and utilize what he´d just taught us. A good hearted man, an incredible father to his kids, and someone I will always remember. Thank you Brian for all the love and all the laughs.