PREBUSHEWSKI
As a family, we are announcing the sudden passing of our loved one, Robert (Rob) Prebushewski on Tuesday, December 3rd, 2024, in his residence in Vancouver, BC. Rob was born to Mary and Joseph Prebushewski in Moose Jaw, SK, September 20th, 1962. Growing up with his older brother Ken & sister Jo-Ann and younger brothers Nick, Kevin and Chris.
Well, where do we start??? How about with some honest truths. He had quite the life, from so many highlights down to way too many lowlights.
At a young age Rob developed a strong work ethic, working at our neighbour's family commercial vegetable garden, Jackman Gardens. He carried that work ethic throughout his entire life, never letting an opportunity to try any new job to expand himself, which was mostly in some kind of construction. He wasn’t always the greatest at what he was doing, but he worked hard. He did seem to find his calling in drywalling and was sought after for accomplishing the difficult jobs.
Many people from elementary and high school especially, and many years to follow, would recall him as a “Rebel” or “Loose Cannon”, and his actions would prove that to be correct on many occasions. His authority complex and belief of being invincible, led him to be in trouble with individuals and the law more times than needed to be, and in the end having him to pay the price. Rob was way more than that, way more. He would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it, to family, friends and total strangers. Always there to help family, friends or strangers whenever he was asked or even when he wasn’t asked.
Rob had two sons, Brian and Scott, that he loved dearly. With factors of his subsequent lifestyle, stubbornness and circumstance, he was limited to spending as much time with them as he would have loved to do.
Any family event that he was able to attend, Rob would be there, helping out and sometimes taking the spotlight with his horrible dance moves...what a site. On a visit this last summer to Vancouver, my wife Pam and I were front row after Rob asking a women listening to a street musician agreed to dance with him and the “Robaxacet Man” put his moves out for people to see.
There was a time in his life that he spent living on the street but battled back from that. With all his trial and tribulations, and on occasion wanting to call it quits, he was resilient, taking each day as it came and not giving up on himself. With his huge heart and having lived it, seeing someone down on their luck on the streets, he would proceed to help them and after would say “Hey, they’re human beings' man”.
In the last numbers of years, Rob loved spending hours just relaxing and people watching down by the river near his residence in Vancouver. He also found even more peace and fulfillment working and volunteering endless hours at a local church. He really spoke highly of the people that he met there and how they helped him immensely. He always believed in God and turned to him when he needed, but he just felt more so the goodness of the people that he met at the church and in his life in general.
To remember Rob, you have to follow his whole life, appreciate his battles and demons, and always know what a huge heart he had for family, friends and even more so to strangers that were less fortunate.
I, his brother Nick, had many great times spent with Rob, playing cards, working together, listening to music, fishing, playing pool, just “BS”ing, and the list goes on. Now just to hold on to the great times and nothing more. We talked often in the last few years, sometimes 2-3 times a week, while during the conversation and most definitely would end with him saying “My brother, my friend, I love you”.
We’ll all cherish your spirit and miss you Rob, and from me “My brother, my friend, I love you”.
From Kevin Preb
To You Brother....Words don’t mean anything, anymore! My memories of you are as such...the many days & evenings playing Crib and visiting the basement. How many times did we play Bob Seger, cranking it to10. Watching WWF-The Hulk, Macho Man (when wrestling was real)! Fishing at the Causeway, or many ice fishing trips! The storm was coming but the fish were biting. It’s OK, I would run in front of the truck to get us off the ice in a white out...one more time with you Brother.
Your life was a battle, but ask Rob for a hand, and there you were.
I thank you Brother. I love & will cherish my memories of You forever.
As per Robs wishes, he was cremated and wanted no service or ceremony. There will be a gathering of family at a later date to honour and say our good byes.
Remember him in your way, shake your head, but hopefully end with a smile. Also, remember that there are many layers to every individual, and he was no exception, but known to the ones that seen the real him, he could be exceptional.
Sorry about the dancing picture Rob, I couldn’t resist, but I know you’re smiling.
