Jeannot- Edward Lawrence of Whitewood passed away suddenly on July 14, 2012. Ed leaves to mourn his beloved wife of 45 years Yvette, as well as his three children Armand (Denise) and their three children Morgan, Alexandra and Keon, Michel (Rob) Klewchuk and their two girls Kelsey and Kaylie and Nicole (Brian) Jaster and their two boys Ethan and Aidan. He also leaves to mourn his sister Eva (Joe) Raiwet, brothers Andy (Joyce), Joe (Eileen), sister Teena (Ray) Koebel as well as many nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by his parents Lucien and Annie Jeannot, his brother Lawrence Jeannot and sister Patricia Hauglum. His quiet ways and smiling eyes will be missed by his family and friends every day.A vigil service was held Tuesday, July 17, 2012 at St. Joseph's Roman Catholic Church Whitewood with Mass of Christian Burial celebrated Wednesday, July 18, 2012 by Rev. Fr. Joseph Thundathil. Private family burial followed on Saturday, July 21, 2012.The following was the eulogy delivered by Brian Jaster (son in law), in Ed's honour: We are together here today to remember the life of Ed Jeannot. It's impossible to sum up Ed's entire life, so instead I hope to convey to you stories about the relationships that he had with some of us, and how he affected our lives. We are here to share in the celebration of a life well lived. He was born a farmer. From the time he was a toddler when his mother would find him in the chicken coop when they couldn't find him anywhere else, or by fainting when being chased by his dad's pet goose. Later in life, he, along with his brother Joe and his wife Yvette, ran a successful business through times of both prosperity and strife. Probably one of the most difficult decisions of his whole life (besides perhaps marrying a woman with 15 siblings) came to when he sold the farm. The blessing behind his decision was that he was able to spend more time with his family and friends. He would occasionally entertain at the local senior's home with Yvette, and drove the mini-bus, and he was active in the St. Joseph's parish and the Knights of Columbus. As a farmer, he understood the value of a dollar. Unfortunately, his kids had to have children of their own to understand Dad's famous lessons that "money doesn't grow on trees" and that "we do not own the power company", so "shut off the lights" during the day.Ed's transition from farm life to town life went smoothly, but not without incident. He found it hard to break the habit of throwing used oil beside the garage, or quieting the crows by shooting at them. He was a quiet, thoughtful man. He had the ability to allow people to make good decisions or realize their mistakes by saying very little, or sometimes by saying nothing at all. Most often his actions spoke louder than his words. It's going to be difficult to walk into the Jeannot house and not see Papa Jeannot just sitting in his chair, looking out of the living room window. During swimming lessons, Papa Jeannot would keep the kids in line by giving a yellow card for a warning to smarten up, or, as a last resort, a red card would get them a one way ticket back to Regina. Only one yellow card was ever given for the penalty of leaving the lights on in the basement because Papa did not "own the power company". He liked the simple things in life uncluttered and uncomplicated. He made us realize that some of the possessions we have are important for their function, not their appearance. Armand, Michel and Nicole tell me stories of driving around town in a big green diesel car that had windshield wipers that come on and off whenever they wanted, and had a horn that would occasionally get stuck. When a wall needed to be painted in the house, a 5 gallon pail of International Harvester red paint would do the job. He wore clothes because they gave him warmth and they were comfortable, not because they may be fashionable or trendy. He loved to wear brown pants, blue shirts, and sandals with wool socks. Ed loved music. He had a beautiful powerful singing voice, and he was gifted with the ability to play several musical instruments without any formal lessons. Some of the music that will be played in this ceremony today were among his favourite songs to sing. He would play "Oh Holy Night" on his saxophone at Christmas time at St. Huberts church, where the notes would cut through the cold air and move people so that it would bring tears to their eyes. This love of music has been passed on from him to his children to his grandchildren. Both Grandma and Grandpa always had time to encourage their grandchildren, and to listen to them play or sing the newest song they had just learned.Ed was one of those people who was a natural athlete. It seemed that whether he played ball or bowled or golfed, he was good at it. He never boasted about it, and he was always humble. In Eds earlier years, he played ball with a group of friends that remained friends of his for the rest of his life. He spoke as much about the special times he had with his teammates all growing up together, raising their families together away from the diamond, as he spoke about the games that the St. Hubert Colts played.Ed's brother in law and sister in law, Gilbert and Janet Brule, wrote down a few notes that I would like to read: When we think about Ed, there are a lot of memories that come rushing in and lots of words that describe him. His generosity, his wonderful work ethic, his sense of humour, his competitive spirit, his desire to better the community he lived in, his pride in his children's and grandchildren's accomplishments and the friendship, love and loyalty that he shared with Yvette, his partner of 45 years.Ed loved ball, golf and other athletics, music, farming, the church, his family, his community, repairing or making things work, fishing, appending time with friends. He was multi-talented but very humble about it. Ed had a great sense of humour and he was very good at taking a ribbing and equally good at dishing it out. Ed was always willing to help. I don't know all the volunteering that Ed did. He didn't really talk about it, but over the years it became apparent to me that he did a lot of it. I think that he believed that it was the natural thing to do and so he just did it. He was also always there to help out family and friends. Ed lived a full life. When you look back at all of his accomplishments and all of his contributions, it is easy to see that it was a life well lived. That is what I wish for myself, what we probably all want for ourselves. Thank you for your kind words, Jan and Gil. One of Ed's dearest friends, Russ Hamilton, spoke with me the other day and said that upon reflection, Ed's passing made him think of a line in a Joni Mitchell song, "Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone." He will leave a huge hole in this community. Ed was there whenever someone was in need of help from shovelling snow to cutting grass to looking after the church to fixing golf carts to just helping friends and family. Russ also spoke of Ed's pride and joy, the golf course where he worked tirelessly over the last several years. Thank you for your kind words as well, Russ.Ed would say that the most important job in his life was being a husband, father and grandfather. Even though he was not the huggy, kissy type, and was certainly not a man to publicly display his affection, he was a kind and gentle soul. He wore his heart on his sleeve. To his grandkids, Papa was someone who was able to wrestle with them one minute and have ice-cream with them the next. They loved him and he loved them. He showed a genuine interest in their lives, and I'm sure he will be watching them grow from up above. To his children, he was heroic. Heroic is defined as a conduct fulfilling a higher purpose or a noble end. He truly was someone who you would aspire to one day be like. He taught his kids that life is simple, just do the right thing. He loved Yvette like he loved no other. Religion guided their marriage. It was the foundation of their partnership, and their love and devotion was a great example to their children. Rest in peace, Ed. We all miss you, and we know that you will be waiting for us with open arms when we reach heaven to be with you.Active pallbearers were Emile Brule, George Raiwet, David, Dennis, Brad and Keith Jeannot. Honorary pallbearers were members of the St. Hubert Colts ball team and the Honour Guard was members of the Knights of Columbus. Ushers were Godsons James Brule and Brian Jeannot and the readers were Rob Klewchuk (son in law) and Donna Trafiak (niece). Gift Bearers were Ed's grandchildren, and communion distributors were Andy Jeannot, Joe Brule and Doug Ebert.