Floyd B. Berleue Obituary

The last time I visited Floyd's home in PA was when I was 16 and he was 14. Since then his father, brother and my mother have passed. In January of 2015 I get a phone call out of the blue from my cousin. We talked and decided that myself and my companion would drive out from Indy to visit. It was a long ride but it was well worth it in hindsight. As soon as we saw each other

The last time I visited Floyd's home in PA was when I was 16 and he was 14. Since then his father, brother and my mother have passed. In January of 2015 I get a phone call out of the blue from my cousin. We talked and decided that myself and my companion would drive out from Indy to visit. It was a long ride but it was well worth it in hindsight. As soon as we saw each other the 40+ some years we hadn't seen each other just disappeared and it was like we were teenagers again, talking stupid and acting like kids. We got to meet his wife, children, and some of his grandkids. Floyd was always a clown and could always put a smile on your face. He was generous to a fault, but that was his way; always wanting to help. I am glad I was able to reconnect with him even though it was for a short time. That week in Nebraska with him will never be forgotten. RIP Cousin.