Notes:

Obituary:

Brian Drgac passed away on Sunday, May 15, 1994 in Shannon Medical Center in San Angelo.

Services were held at 10 a.m., May 18, 1994 in Johnson's Funeral Home Chapel with the Rev. Tommy Tallas and the Rev. Albert Michalik officiating. Burial followed in Lawnhaven Memorial Gardens.

Brian was born March 18, 1980 in San Angelo to Larry and Anna (Divis) Drgac. He was a lifetime resident of St. Lawrence and was an eighth grade student at Garden City. He was a member of SPJST.

Survivors include his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Larry Drgac of St. Lawrence; one brother, Steven Drgac of St. Lawrence; his maternal grandmother, Vlasta Divis of St. Lawrence; his paternal grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Hubert Drgac of Veribest; three uncles, James and Gary Drgac, both of McCamey; and Rodney Drgac and his wife, Sonia, of San Angelo; three first cousins, Krystle, Kamber and Jeffrey Drgac; and several second cousins.

May our departed brother rest in eternal peace.

(Published in The SPJST Vestnik Herald on June 15, 1994)

Obituary:

Brian Drgac, 14, of St. Lawrence died at 9:45 p.m. Sunday, May 15, 1994, in Shannon Medical Center.

Services will be at 10 a.m. Wednesday, May 18, 1994, in Johnson's Funeral Home chapel with the Rev. Tommy Tallas and the Rev. Albert Michalik officiating. Burial will follow in Lawnhaven Memorial Gardens.

Biran was born March 18, 1980, in San Angelo to Larry and Anna (Divis) Drgac. He was a lifetime resident of St. Lawrence and was an eighth grade student at Garden City.

Survivors include his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Larry Drgac of St. Lawrence; one brother, Steven Drgac of St. Lawrence; his maternal grandmother, Vlasta Divis of St. Lawrence; his paternal grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Hubert Drgac of Veribest; three uncles, James and Gary Drgac, both of McCamey, and Rodney Drgac and his wife, Sonia, of San Angelo; three first cousins, Krystie, Kamber and Jeffrey Drgac; and several cousins.


Free Spirit
You fly so high to touch the sky.
As the eagle soars, as the teardrops pour.
Such a fine lad--
Such a young, tender age.
So many dreams and plans left to wither and fade,
As you ascend on to greater heights;
You fly so high to touch the sky.
As the eagle soars, as our teardrops pour--
You fly upward, upward to be with our Lord.
We love you, son--
Oh, our Brian, our Brian.

(Published in The San Angelo Standard Times on May 17, 1994)