Birth date: Nov 22, 1931 Death date: May 29, 2011
Jules Joseph "Bud" Guichet, 79, passed away on Sunday, May 29, 2011 at his residence in Galena Park. He was born to Jules and Addie Guichet on November 22, 1931 in Baton Rouge. He attended St. Anthony School and graduated from Ist Read Obituary
Now both my earthly dads are gone on to be with Jesus in Heaven. Surely, you are in a better place. I only hope to see you there whenever I go home..to heaven, to be with my earthly fathers, and our father, God, in heaven.
Dear Penny and family, I am so sorry for your loss and send my love to you and your family. Please know that I am thinking of you. I know that you are going through a very difficult time right now, but I am sure that you will get through it. Please use the resources available through the hospice company to help you as I am sure they can provide you the help that you need during your trying time. Love, Pat
Bud was one of the best go to guys helping solve mechanical problems in the HB-2 (Ethyl-Albemarle) facility of Pasadena, Texas. Gruff but honest, I hope his retirement was good.
I like to think that Dad is up there with Grandpa, arguing and jawing about who makes the best gumbo. He's probably standing at the stove cooking away. And of course, sitting there laughing with them are Mom, Lucy, Burt and of course Grandma, reminiscing about the good ole times. Because we all know how much Dad loved to sit with his family and talk about old times. I can almost hear them laughing together.....I love you.
Kathy, Julie & Joe, I am sorry for the loss of your dad. It has been a long time since I have seen or talked to him, but judging from the picture, he hadn't aged at all. He always was a nice looking man. Take care. I love you all.
"The sorrow of the faithful is not that of permanent loss, but only the tender sense of sadness that comes in saying goodbye to someone we love." The Lord has you in his safekeeping until we are together again. I love and miss you dad till then.
I was so saddened to hear about your loss. My deepest condolences. I will keep you all in my prayers.
We will miss you dearly Mr. Bud. I recall the many weeks Bud, Penny and Grady would travel to the farm to spend the weekends. I remember it being most Friday nights, even if midnight or 1:00AM, looking up the long dirt road to see the darkness cut by headlight from a White/Tan Chevy truck. The entire family tired as Bud in coveralls and Serge (Pit-bull Mix) rolled out of the truck, dust-a-flying, as they made their weekly marking of the fence posts after a long drive from the "Big City".
I remember the Saturday nights as Bud and family were sitting around the camp fire enjoying the night stars and maybe a bottle of tequila (worm optional). Bud would let out with a howl like a wolf sitting on the mountain side gathers the solders to hunt. My dad in return would answer in the same fashion as they took turns and the chants echoed in the bottom oak trees. Followed with laughter, gentleman's handshakes, and high fives as we climbed in our truck to go to Bud's to share the burning timber under the old oak tree.
Just a few memories of Mr. Bud and family.
God Bless the Family.
Bud just loved his place at Centerville, and it was a joy to see him live out his dreams for their place there. Peace to sweet Penny, brave Grady, and the rest of this extended family.
