Rest in Peace, sweet man

[Craiga 01453]

I write this today with a heavy heart. I'm sure many of you have seen me mention my grandfather in previous threads. Unfortunately, he passed just after midnight this morning.

Fernand Ernest Frechette was born July 17, 1920. He passed at the age of 99. He was an amazing man, always quick with a joke and the life of the party. But what always drew me to him was his heart. He was the kindest man I ever met. He was the type of man who would do anything for anybody, no questions asked.

He's now with my grandmother, who he loved dearly til the day she past in 2011. They were adorable, still flirting like a couple of kids in puppy love right up til the day she passed. They taught me about love and about family.
Pepere got his WWII draft papers they day after he married Memere. He was sent to the European front where he spent time in Belgium, Austria, Germany and France primarily. He fought under General Patton and was part of what would become known as "Patton's Ghost Corp". They were codebreakers and specialized in decoys and deception. They would build decoy armys, complete with inflatable and wooden tanks, equipment, tents, etc... Sound was even recorded and played over loud speakers. The Germans would find the camps, and attack, only to find out that the camp was a decoy, and American troops were just around the corner to swoop in and attack the Germans who fell for the rouse.
He would come home to his wife after the war and go to work and start a family. Just like all the other heroes who were "just doing their job".

He would go on to outlive his seven siblings, his wife and all his friends. He is survived by three children and seven grandchildren, as well as eight great-grandchildren.

I have included a picture of him from a few Father's Days ago. He was at my house celebrating Father's Day with four generations of Frechette boys, something truly special.
On this day he decided he was 97 years old and had never touched a snake. So "what the heck?". Here he is holding his first snake ever, my boy Django at the age of 97. It seemed like a fitting pic to share here.

You will be missed, Pepere. I love you. Rest in Peace, sweet man.

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