Donald R Desrochers
February 17, 1950 – October 8, 2019
Donald R. Desrochers, 69, of Auburn, passed away the morning of Tuesday, October 8th, 2019 after a courageous battle with cancer.
He was born in Lewiston on February 17, 1950 to Hector and Eva Desrochers. He grew up in Auburn and graduated Edward Little class of 1968. On August 11, 1971 he joined the Army. He was a Sargent with the 173rd Airborne, and bravely served in Vietnam until released on May 1st 1974. The 173rd remained a major part of his life up until his recent passing. After his discharge from the Army, Donald worked for the phone company retiring in 2002 after 31 years of service. He was a very proud man, loved greatly, and will be missed by many.
Donald is survived by his two sons, Jason Desrochers and Daniel Desrochers, granddaughters Angelina and Izabella, sisters Anita and Diane, and dog Petey, as well as an abundance of family and friends.
Maine Veteran's Memorial Cemetery
143 Blue Star Ave.
Donald R Desrochers
October 20, 2019
My brother, Don Desrochers. A man I would say often to, “I love you to the moon and back” as he would grunt a response for you to imagine what that loving grunt was said. This was a man I admired, looked up to, and loved so very much. He was my big brother on who I held close in my heart. He was a kind and gentle man, giving of himself in subtle unspoken ways, always willing to help, cherished the people he loved and silently gave of himself willingly. My last days with him, I remember telling him the stupid things we did as kids. He would roll his eyes and say, “Here we go. How many of these stories are you gonna remember?” I laughed, cried and cherished those silent moments we shared. I remember telling him how scared I was and asked if he took care of his will. He shrugged his shoulders and said he has come to accept what was dealt to him and that all funeral arrangements and paper work were taken care of. It was then I realized our time together was short. When it was time for me to leave, we tearfully said our goodbyes, asked not to break each other’s hearts, and when my time comes, to look for each other on the other side. Apologizing for not being able to stay longer, we held each other tighter and said our goodbyes. I left tearfully and with a broken heart. The night before he died, I laid in my bed asking God to take him and free him of his pain. The following day I received word of his passing. A couple days after Don’s death, with my head down, I blindly approached our mailbox to gather my mail. It was when I looked up that I saw a tiny bird sitting on our mailbox. I stood there silently and remembered how amazed I was on how he hesitated and stayed long enough for us to make eye contact before flying off. I truly believe this was a sign from Don, letting me know that he is at peace and free from pain. I felt that peace and wished him love. My brother, Donald R Desrochers - a man I so love. R.I.P. - Diane J Desrochers Girard