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Our love goes out to all our LeHuquet cousins at this sad time. We are so thankful that we were able to get together this past summer at which time we shared so many memories and lots of laughter. That time spent together will be a treasured memory. Thank you Uncle Blair for being a part of our lives. Rest in peace. Bob and Sherrill
Dad was born and raised in Park Ex along with brother Ivers and sister Thelma.
Grandpa worked for Northern Telecom as an accountant and Nannie took care of the kids and home as it was in those days. Dad spent quite a few summers visiting and working with his Aunts, Uncles and Cousins in the Gaspe Peninsula. A special time he always held high in his thoughts.

Dad worked at Celanese downtown and we can I remember him coming home late at night after his weekly visits to the Drummondville Plant. At about the same time he had joined the Reserves where he was elevated to Lance Corporal with the Royal Canadian Hussars. After watching his brother, cousins and friends enlist and shipped off to Europe, he decided to do his part and joined in the WWII effort even though he was underage. His basic training took place in Dundurn Sask and then he was shipped off to Woking, England for advanced training in 1943 while the war was in full swing. From England he was shipped to Italy and relegated to the Royal Canadian Dragoons as a machine gunner atop a staghound in their Reconnaissance Platoon.

Dad was always proud to have joined in the war effort, but fresh out of advanced training and as he landed on the shores of Italy to begin his first campaign, one of the troops looked up at him and said, “You know that it's the machine gunner that they go for first.” Back from his 1st campaign two weeks later, he immediately searched for his best friend from boot camp in Sask who had been sent elsewhere… only to find he had been killed his first day in. His name was Steve Chittenhouse.
All of this at the young age of 17!

He plowed on thru Italy, then to France and up to and thru the Netherlands and finally into Germany as the war was won. But that war left an everlasting stain that Dad could never wash out. Glen mentioned to me at the Legion yesterday that not too many people talk about the war. That included Dad but I was glad he opened up and confided with me.

Back from the war effort Dad re-joined Celanese where he met Mom. At that time, Dad would take the streetcar from Park Ex. all the way to Lachine, court Mom in Montreal, take her back by streetcar to Lachine and then he would head back to Park Ex. On more than one occasion he would miss the last streetcar and end up walking all the way back home. He surely must have loved that woman…. and judging from some of these pictures we have around here, I guess we can understand why! They married in 1949.

As a devoted father we can all remember the many trips to Sugarloaf Pond and the Townships for some fishing. There were Sunday drives with the family and many a camping trip to Presqu'ile Provincial Park, Lake Meacham in Burlington and more. We always did enjoy those trips with Dad and Mom.
I remember one time at Presqu'ile, we asked Dad if we could bring a can of coke to the attendant at the front gate of the park who we had come to befriend.
It was a hot and muggy day and Dad said sure and began empting the contents of the can. We cried DAD WHAT ARE YOU DOING and he said hang on! He then grabbed a beer, poured it into the can and said to us, OK now you can bring him his coke. That's the kind of guy Dad was.

We can all agree that Dad was a man of few words but of the words he spoke, many were nuggets of thought and pearls of wisdom and as our good friend Trip pointed out recently with a laugh, he was also a man with a very dry sense of humor.

I always felt that Dad was a little ahead of his time as we were growing up. He would allow us to make our own choices, even while knowing that some of those choices were wrong, and then guide us through the inevitable messes that we made. We must have drove Dad and Mom crazy with the antics that we and our friends pulled at home. But as he said, “I'd rather my kids and their friends hang out here at home cause then I'd know where they were and that they were safe!” He knew what we were up to and at times didn't approve but Dad was liberal enough to know that that was the way things were in those days. He allowed us our distance but never took his eye off of us. We could all have easily taken a different path but I think, it was Dad's kind of thinking that inevitably kept us on the straight and narrow. Dad was strict but flexible and fair…

Dad has always been held in high regard as a man of integrity and honor among his family and friends, and we know this with certainly. All of you who bear witness with us here today, and so many others beyond these walls who have expressed their sympathies and condolences are proof of this. The extraordinary outpouring of support is a true testament to Dad's high stature among all. (and I'm not talking about height, here)

Dad was adamant about many things but one stood out strong.
It was Dad's wish that he die at home. And through a certain set of circumstances, whether divined or not, Linda and I were given the privilege in helping Dad get along at home to his very end. It was our honor to have honored the wish of a very honorable man.

Dad died peacefully and with dignity surrounded by his family. That same dignity he carried with him all of his life. We will now carry on the Le Huquet name with that same honor and pride, standing strong and tall, in memory of Dad, in front of all we meet.

We love you Dad, Grandpa, and G.G. and you will be sorely missed.
We release you to go have fun again, with Mom
cathy and janie thinking of you and your families at this time. cathy mackin and ken laureny
He will live on in all of you and you are so blessed and lucky to have had him in your life and to have someone to share the grief of his passing. My your love of him and of each other help you in this hard time.
Take comfort in knowing that now you have a special guardian angel to watch over you.

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