This blog is a tribute to a man that is not famous, he was not rich in the measure of money. In his own right he was a hero, a hero to the sons, ex-fiancée, daughters, those he stopped and help, or worked with. He was a son, brother, uncle, friend, son-in-law, husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather.
This man I speak of is our father. A man that was self educated, provided shelter, food, entertainment and love for his family. Yves came from a family that respected and displayed all measures of family love and respect.
Yves was born in a small community in Sainte-Rose Quebec, Canada, his grandfather died at a very younge age, leaving Yves father to leave school and work as the man of the house. Yves did the same. He could not read or write, some how he taught him self to be the best that he could be no matter what he did. From working in the bush, to being the best welder to being the man his children, grandchildren loved and respect. When Yves was still younge his father moved the family to a little town named Foleyet, Ontario. His mother and father adopted two very special children thus leading the way for Yves do the same when he married a mother of three.
Yves at the age of 25 took on three children he called his own, and a beautiful baby girl of his own, never making a difference on blood lines. He gave us his name and taught us the most fundamental education one can ever learn. For us it stands true today, we instill it in our children, that is if you want something in this world you have to work for it. If someone needs a hand lend it, if some one is hungry feed him. That trait in a man was proven over and over. He made sure that his mom and dad had a home to live in, it still stands to day.
Life was not always easy, but when you follow in the footsteps of our father, we know that nothing is unreachable. The best memories was how his children followed him to work and learned that his job was not for the weak. He taught us to fix what we have, that what you pay for is precious.
The most special remembrance was when he built and repaired what many know today is the tree harvester, he did not get the recognition of his hard work, but today it is one of the fundamental piece of equipment in the forestry industry. His employees knew it did not matter he would go out day or night. From over turned log trucks to, fires in the pipes at Mallette lumber. He was not part of a union which lead to some injuries during a strike, but Dad never took an angry stand with those that jeopardizes people. He believed everyone had a right. Trouble is when he crossed a picked line he was doing it to make sure when they returned to work there jobs and life were not at risk by some of the people that wanted to make a point.
He was always there for his family, friends, children, employees and employers. He taught his 4 children how to fix and build things.
Memories, there are so many, from the day he saved his oldest son Gary and his daughter’s fiancé from drowning in Swelle Lake, his whistle was so loud that Mr.. and Mrs. George Vineo whom was on the lake in their boat heard his whistle and turned toward the canoe carrying the boys. They pulled them out of the frigid water to safety. Or the night and 2 in the morning when the phone rang asking for help when a log truck overturn in Raymore. There are so many memories that can be put in this blog. As the writer of this blog, I live every day with the honor that Yves was our father. He was not a man of many words, when he did it would be remembered.
Today, four years ago there was a message on the answering machine it said; “ Your father is dead”. When I heard, I thought is was a joke, or who would leave a message like that. It turned out that the most important teacher of my life did truly passed away. Though I lived far away, when I did come back to Timmins I did go see him. Now that I moved back home I visit him but not in a home. I visit his ashes, along with my grandparents and many others that have touched our lives. At the cemetery.
All we have is our memories, we keep his spirit alive, we speak of his name everyday, we only have one picture of him which sits on our entertainment unit, the one that was given to us at his funeral. Most important is when build something or repair something and get stuck I say Dad please help me, and a voice gives me guidance.
We don’t have family photo’s they are out there, we are waiting to scan them so that we all can share in the memories. The proudest moment I have was the day my son was born. Even though it was a violent act my father never judged me, or made it my fault, he accepted that I was not going to give him away in any fashion. One day I asked him if it would be ok if I give him the Plante name, with that he gave me a hug and said the baby will be my granddaughter or grandson. So with that my son would get to know the man that would teach him life.
Dad wasn’t in town the day his first grandson was born, but when he come back he picked up his daughter and grandson at his brother-in-law and sister-in-law. He picked up the little black hair little boy looked at him and called him papa you are beautiful. It was my son who gave his grandfather the name Papa, Dean-Eric first word was Papa. Dad loved his grandson, spending all the time he could, he would leave work at lunch to eat with his grandson, and was always there when there was trouble.
Our father may be gone in body, but with what our father taught us will live on forever. So today his children cherish the memories and not just day but everyday. We teach the children and grandchildren and the great grandchildren how special our father was. I will carry his tradition on, this year I will adopt my new son and give him the Plante name, Bradley known's how special our father was, he learns through his uncle and aunt,, great aunt’s and uncles. Bradley’s new family which is allot will learn to work, honesty family. The importance of respect and life, as was taught to us by our father.
Though we miss our father he lives in everyone that he has touched in is short life. So today everyone that has lost a love one, their spirit lives on, live life with a smile, carry the good memories for they will give you the strength when times get tough.
Today is our day of remembrance. Love you dad.
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