Bobbie Ann Bergeron

Bobbie Ann Bergeron, age 80, of Metairie, Louisiana, passed away peacefully on Thursday, August 13, 2026, surrounded by loved ones. Born in New Orleans on August 18, 1945. Bobbie Ann is survived by her devoted siblings: Paul Henry Bergeron (Donna), Robert Paul Bergeron III (Cathy), Mary Bergeron Vinet (Bill), and Laurie Bergeron Barrois (Chuck). She was preceded in death by her parents, Dr. Robert P. Bergeron Jr., DDS, and Valdor Fourmaux Bergeron and sister Colette Bergeron Mentz.

She was a beloved “Aunt B” and godmother to a large and loving family of nieces and nephews: Mark Henry Bergeron, Gregory Bergeron (Marissa), Kimberly Bergeron Ayo (Randy), Kristy Bergeron, Chad Mentz (Megan), Jill Mentz Gaunt (Shawn), Brittany Mentz Hull (Larry), Robert P. Bergeron IV (Traci), Adam Bankston (Jill), Codi Bergeron Ackal (Jay), Katie Bergeron Colburn (Kevin), Dustin Vinet (Katie), Jesse Vinet (Stephanie), and Colby Barrois. She was a proud great‑aunt to thirty nieces and nephews.

The family is grateful to the special caretakers, Deenen Perkins, Toya Bradford Eloie, Arretta Campbell, LaChelle Jones, Katrina Navarre (Trina), Nereida Mesorio (Nettie), Rosemary Cobb Nunez Cotto and the wonderful care team from Heart of Hospice that added to the quality and comfort of her final years of life.

Bobbie Ann’s life was defined by faith, love, and quiet strength. Her unwavering Catholic faith guided her daily life, shaped her gentle spirit, and sustained her through every challenge. She was a longtime member of St. Agnes Parish and later St. Rita Parish, where she found community, comfort, and purpose. She shared her faith openly — through kindness, prayer, and the way she loved her family. To all who knew her, she was a living example of grace, humility, and devotion.

Diagnosed with epilepsy at an early age, she faced challenges with remarkable perseverance, supported by her devoted mother, grandmothers, and siblings. In truth, “B” became the one who supported everyone else. She never married, choosing instead to dedicate her life to her mother and her family. After the unexpected passing of their father in 1976, and as her siblings moved into their own adult lives, Bobbie Ann became her mother’s steadfast companion. They shared 76 years of unwavering devotion, never an unkind word, and always a goodnight kiss.

She was an Elvis devotee her entire life and a true “Who Dat”. Bobbie Ann graduated from Riverdale All‑Girls High School in 1966 and Jefferson Vo‑Tech, where she became an exceptionally skilled typist. Her talent earned her siblings “extra points” on countless book reports and term papers. She worked for many years and retired from Sears Service Center in Jefferson. For someone who never shopped or cooked, she could diagnose an appliance problem over the phone and have it repaired within days!

Her love of words and language fueled two lifelong passions: reading thousand‑page paperback novels and conquering crossword puzzles with ease. She was a grammar and spelling scholar. Her greatest athletic passion was tennis. From childhood lessons to teenage mastery, she dominated every opponent — family included. Whether in 100‑degree heat or drinking warm faucet water from a lead‑seamed tennis ball can, she played with grit and joy. She won numerous trophies, including the NORD Junior Tennis Championship at age 18, and later the Louisiana Women’s Doubles State Championship. In later years, she became an accomplished bowler at her beloved Bowl‑a‑Rama.

Bobbie Ann’s life was one of quiet heroism — a woman who gave more than she ever asked for, who loved deeply, and who strengthened everyone around her. Her family will forever cherish her gentle spirit, her humor, her loyalty, her faith, and the immeasurable love she shared as their Aunt “B.”

Relatives and friends are invited to attend visitation on Saturday, August 22, 2026, from 11:00 a.m. until 1:00 p.m. at Leitz Eagan Funeral Home, 4747 Veterans Memorial Blvd., Metairie, LA 70006. The Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated in the Leitz Eagan chapel at 1:00 PM, with interment to follow at Greenwood Cemetery in New Orleans.

Contributions in Bobbie Ann's honor may be sent to the Epilepsy Foundation www.epilepsy.com/give

Eulogy for Bobbie Ann, "B" - by Laurie Bergeron Barrois

When I think about my sister Bobbie Ann, or as we all knew her, "B" , I keep coming back to the word bookends.

She was the oldest of six, and I was the youngest. She came first, and I came last. We were the bookends of our family.

And all five of us—her brothers and sisters—have our own special memories of B. Different memories. Different stories. Different pieces of her that belong uniquely to each of us.

So today, I want to share just a glimpse into mine.

For so much of my childhood and young adult life, it was the three of us in the house—B, Mama, and me.

B and Mama were inseparable. They were best friends. And I was blessed to grow up watching that bond between them.

B was my big sister, but she was also someone I looked up to. More than she probably ever knew.

As a child, I followed her lead in so many ways.

B played tennis, so I played tennis.

B bowled, so I bowled.

B didn't eat seafood, so I didn't eat seafood.

She loved to read novels, and looking back now, she helped develop my knack for proofreading by showing me "mistakes" in the books she read. I can picture her with a good book in her hand and a big glass of iced tea beside her. And she loved red wine. Well…that one definitely stuck with me.

Some of my favorite memories of B are the simple ones.

We rode our bikes together. One time, her bike was stolen outside of K&B, while we were inside drinking nectar sodas and playing songs on the table top jukebox and then there we were, waiting for Mama to come rescue us.

On Saturdays, we'd sometimes take the bus to the mall. And of course, we always had to get an Orange Julius.

We'd go to the movies.

And we would sing and dance in the living room on Dodge Avenue to the oldies.

Apparently, we weren't too bad at it either, because B and I actually entered a Jitterbug contest at Jefferson Playground…

and we won.

Those were the days.

And if you knew B, you knew there was one thing she absolutely, positively loved:

Elvis.

She didn't just like Elvis.

She loved, loved, loved Elvis.

B never married and never had children of her own, but she had plenty of children who loved her.

Her nieces and nephews were so important to her.

And what made B so special was that she didn't just love them from the sidelines.

She played with them.

She was their playmate.

They played games and there were ball games and laughter in the empty lot behind the house on Clifton Street.

And, of course, there was Pampipo.

If you were one of B's nieces or nephews, you remember playing Pampipo.

And if you were lucky enough to be around B, you probably remember something else too—those lipstick kisses she loved to leave on your cheeks, your forehead, the top of your head…pretty much anywhere she could plant one.

Those are the memories that stay with you.

The little things.

The ordinary days that weren't ordinary at all.

B was also a woman of very strong Catholic faith.

There was something pure and innocent about her. A goodness about her that was just part of who she was.

And that gives me comfort now.

Because as much as my heart hurts knowing that she's gone, I truly believe B is exactly where she was meant to be.

I can picture her walking through those gates of Heaven and seeing Mama.

Then Daddy.

Colette.

Our grandparents.

And all of the other family members were waiting for her.

What a reunion that must have been.

And honestly…

I think B probably got the fast pass to Heaven.

And once she got there, I know there was one more person she was looking for.

Elvis.

After loving him all those years, B finally gets to meet him.

And I have a feeling she's probably already danced with him.

Maybe they're even doing the Jitterbug.

So today, as hard as it is to say goodbye, I don't want to remember B only for the sadness of losing her.

I want to remember the sister who rode bikes with me.

The sister who took me to the mall.

The sister who danced with me in the living room.

The sister who won a Jitterbug contest with me.

The aunt who got down on the floor and played with her nieces and nephews.

The daughter who was Mama's best friend.

The sister I looked up to.

And my bookend.

And even though I would give anything for one more Saturday at the mall, one more bike ride, one more dance in the living room, one more game of Pampipo, or one more conversation over a glass of red wine…

I'm grateful.

Grateful that I got to call her my sister.

Grateful that I got to be her little sister.

Grateful for all the memories.

And someday, when my time comes, I hope B and Mama and Daddy, and the rest, are there waiting for me.

Until then, B, I'll carry you with me.

You will always be my big sister.

My role model.

My childhood playmate.

My bookend.

And a piece of my heart.

I love you, B.

Save me a place.

And when you see Elvis…

tell him your little sister said hello.