Lucien Victor Comeau

It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of Lucien Victor Joseph Comeau, deeply loved husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather, brother, uncle and friend to many.

Peacefully on Wednesday March 30, 2022, Lucien passed away at the Grace Hospital at the age of 82.

He will be lovingly remembered by his wife Lorraine of 63 years and his daughters Gisele Marks (Trevis); Denise Comeau-Ward (Martin); grandchildren Stephanie, Jared, Adam, Justin (Brandi), Christopher (Stephanie) and great grandchildren Avery, Payton, Bennett, Kenley as well as his sisters Denise Dupas, Gisele Lafreniere, brother in laws, sister in laws, nieces, nephews, relatives and friends.

A memorial service will be held on Tuesday, April 5, 2022 at 11:00am in Green Acres Funeral Home Highway 1 East at Navin Road.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in honor of Lucien’s memory to any charity of your choice.

You will be forever in our hearts, we love you so much and we miss you….till we meet again!

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A Toast to Grandpa

By: Stephanie

I have many memories of Christmases and other large family gatherings in the very warm basement in St. Vital, where no doubt we were all so hot because “someone” put way too many logs on the fire. That’s Grandpa! Always keeping the fire stoked. At those big parties you could find grandpa behind the bar or behind the video camera. They were great times.

I can’t figure out what was sweeter, his sweet heart or his sweet tooth. Grandpa sure did love desserts.

Some of my earliest memories of Grandpa were mostly times spent at Albert Beach. Grandpa was much more in his element on a Saturday afternoon putt-skiing around on something in the garage. He could be found fixing this…building that… always up to something…I guarantee that if you had something that needed fixing, he would tinker with this and fiddle with that until he would have it working better than new. Countless times, us kids would hop in the trailer hitched to a snowmobile or trike, then head out with Grandpa to get water or go in the bush and “help” cut wood. (I’m sure we were no help at all.)

A few years later, on rare occasion, I would have the privilege of getting to sleep over at Grandma and Grandpa’s cabin. In the evening, after dinner, I would pack my own little overnight bag and set out on my great journey… for those of you who may not know, our cabin was only 4 doors down from theirs. But let me tell you, when you’re a kid, and it’s getting dark outside, that was very, very far away. Every single time, I ran as fast as my little feet would take me. I would arrive at their cabin, and most times Hockey Night in Canada would be on. Shortly after I arrived, Grandma would head to bed, but I was allowed to stay up and watch hockey with Grandpa… I’m sure I would ask a million questions, and I’m sure he very patiently answered them all. I enjoyed watching the game enough, but I really loved watching Grandpa root and cheer and sometimes curse at the screen. He was so passionate about the game!

Grandpa was a very hard worker. He believed in a hard day’s work and being fair. Did you know that he was on the construction crew that dug the sewer tunnels under Marion Street? Back in those days, they dug that stretch by hand. Amazing! He would tell me that it doesn’t matter what you do, as long as you show up and do your best. I happened to be at the house the first day that homecare came. Grandpa was so thankful and Impressed by his helper that he wanted to tip the gentleman for a job well done. I had to explain that you don’t need to tip. This person is just doing their job, Grandpa it’s ok, they get paid already. But no matter what I said or did Grandpa still wanted to give a tip because the job was done well.

I thought that was a very sincere form of gratitude. We would live in a much different world if everyone complimented, recognized or just thanked others on a job well done.

In his younger days, he would get up to some mischief with the boys. Out of the few stories I have heard Grandpa tell over the years, I can tell you one thing for sure, cats always land on their feet. But that is probably a story best left to the imagination.

At this time I would like to invite Justin, Jared, Christopher and Adam up here to join me.

(Give them each a beer as they come up.)

A bellowing laugh and voice that would fill the room. Strong hands that could fix whatever needed fixing. A glimmer of boyhood mischief in his eyes. You definitely lived an amazing life to be celebrated and reminisced about for years to come. Cheers to you grandpa! This one’s for you.