I am sitting here, snuggled in my father’s robe, hoping to find the words to tell you about the man I knew and all I keep thinking is that he didn’t want an obituary written; he was a proud and private man. I told him when we discussed his final wishes that I could not let his life go undocumented in that way. The following details need to be inscribed so that you have a picture of his physical presence; all else is icing: Joseph (Donald) Frigault passed at Charlotte County Hospital, St. Stephen, New Brunswick, after struggling for years with the demons of Alzheimer’s. All in all, Dad went peacefully while surrounded by loved ones. He was predeceased in September, 2016 by his wife of 65 years, Emily Rose (Arseneau), and in December of the same year by his beloved and faithful dog, Dee-ogee. Dad is survived by his children: Roger (Gale) of Paris, Ontario; Lynn of Connecticut; Greta of St. Stephen, N.B.; Steven (Giselle) of St. Stephen, N.B.; Gisele of Connecticut; Fred (Helen) of Lincoln, N.B.; and Denise of Deer Island, N.B. His grandchildren were Shayne, Michael, Jeanette, Jessica, Adam, Ghianne, Amanda, Devan, Silka, Keisha, Chelsea, and great-grandchildren Nathan, Tristan, Lillian, Brayden, Ryan, Lauryn, Zachary, Breeze, Enid, Alexander and Kaysen. There are also grands and great-grands who live in the UK who never had a chance to meet him, with the exception of Conner. He was born in Caraquet, N.B. on June 9th, 1928 to Alfred and Albina (Friolet) Frigault into a large family: Alyre, Emilio, Laurie, Florentine, Dismas, Evangeliste, Guilmont, Normille, Valmore, Auradore and Greta. He left home in his early teens to work in lumber camps around Quebec. He began as a cookie, and then subsequently became a lumberjack, a career which allowed him to provide for his family for many years. He held many jobs such as delivering mail by dog sled along the McKenzie River, and print setter at our local newspaper after a life-altering accident made working in the woods no longer possible for him. In our younger years, he would travel to New Hampshire every fall to pick apples and oh, how we children loved when he came home with a bushel of McIntosh apples. When he retired from the Saint Croix Courier newspaper, he took over the caretaker’s job at the St. Stephen Catholic Cemetery, where he worked until finally retiring at the age of 81! Probably the most exciting aspect of his lumberjack years was when he worked on lumber jams as the logs were floated down river to a new location. When the logs would become jammed together and stop moving, because Dad was of slender build and could move very fast, he got the job of getting the logs moving again. Dad would set dynamite in a predetermined place, light the fuse and then run like mad for cover before the explosion. Perhaps that began his love affair with doing some stunningly dangerous stunts at times; he often remarked that he’d broken just about every bone in his body at one time or another. How true is that? Who knows? I suspect that there are lots of stories of Dad’s charitable acts of service to others unknown to us as a family but one of his proudest accomplishments in this regard would have been his time served as a Grand Knight of the local council #6507 of the Knights of Columbus. It was Dad’s wish to be cremated. He wanted no funeral as such, no visitations and no viewing. We will honor his memory later in the year with a celebration of his life. If you wish to honor him in some way, please donate to your own most cherished charity and please, be kind to others. And please, no matter how off-key, please SING. That would honor him in the best possible way.