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Suzanne O’Brian Relation to Deceased: Sister George you were always there for me,whatever I asked of you the answer was always sure .I know you are with all our special angels and are in a far better place. I will see you again George till then please watch over all of us. love forever and a day Suzannel May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of His hand. An Old Irish Blessing

Steve and Pauline Hildebrant Relation to Deceased: Friends If ever there lived an irreplaceable, one-of-a-kind person, it was George. Never have we met a more generous human being, one who would literally give the shirt off his back. The world is now a lesser place. We mourn him and offer our prayers and condolences to Cheri and children. We will never forget.

Rebecca Lynne Guerinot Relation to Deceased: Middle child “Daughter” Daddy you gave me strength when i needed it and now more than ever I need you back. I remember the good times and you made me laugh and as I would say you made me bust a gut . More memories could be put but I could go on and on. I love you DADDY and ill miss you. LOVE YOU BECKY We hold you close within our hearts and there you shall remain. To walk with us throughout our lives until we meet again. So rest in peace Dear loved one and thanks for all you’ve done. We pray that God has given you the crown you’ve truly won.

Rebecca L Guerinot Relation to Deceased: DAUGHTER HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY I MISS U

Mary Lynch Paiz Relation to Deceased: 2nd cousin My deepest and heartfelt condolences to the Guerinot Family for your loss. May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of His hand. An Old Irish Blessing

Kevin Snell George You Will Truly Be Missed

Joe Bia George, I admired you for your kindness and sense of humor. It was always nice to be around you. The celebration of life, shared in the beginning, and again, in the end. Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live. Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive? Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world and dead to the life we are to live. To celebrate all life, the sparrow who sang in the morning, and died in the night, why do we not celebrate its life? To know thyself is to know you are alive – to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain. In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and strength is all that’s left to be gained in the moment by moment celebration of life. By Deborah Peabody

George W Guerinot Relation to Deceased: Wife George, how do I live without you????? You were my rock, my soul, my life, my best friend. Through good times and bad we always managed to come out on top. How do I do this without you? I miss that annoying cat voice and want to hear it now, I miss having to scratch your back because you liked my nails, I miss your touch, your strength, your heart. I know you are at peace now looking over the family with Dennis and Mom, and you know how much you were loved and adored. I will love you always and hold the awesome memories of happiness that we shared close to me. I love you “George G” always and forever. Those we love remain with us for love itself lives on, and cherished memories never fade because a loved one’s gone. Those we love can never be more than a thought apart, far as long as there is memory, they’ll live on in the heart.

Elizabeth Anne Guerinot Relation to Deceased: Daughter Daddy…i miss you…you were my heart and how do i live without you. I wish i could see your car pull in the drive way and yell to cheri.. “dad’s home!!!” i would love to hear you just yell at me again for the stupid things i did to you. I wish i didn’t know you were on your way to come see me that day…atleast i was on your mind…good or bad haha…how am i supposed to live without my heart. I wish i told you i loved you more…i wish i gave u a bigger longer hug…i iwsh i charished our moments better…i wish i never took your love for granted…i wish you were here to see me complete school and see me get married…and see your grandchildren….i miss you dad…i want you here. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips

David E. Connor Relation to Deceased: friend Copy of Eulogy from funeral mass 4/14/09 Eulogy for George Guerinot December 14, 1957 to April 8, 2009 George and I were born on the same day, December 14, 1957. When my family moved onto Lozier Street, my brothers John, Bill and I asked George if he would be our friend. Now 47 years later, here we are for the last time. People have said that I was his best friend. I consider this a great honor, but do I deserve it? Now, a good friend will bail you out of jail anytime of the day or night. Your best friend will be in jail with you, laughing your heads off about how you got there. Being George’s good friend is honor enough for me. George had many friendships from his childhood that continue to this day. Many of you are here. Look around and you will see faces that you played with at Gardiner Park. We went out one day to scrounge up enough kids for a football game. It was one of those grubby Rochester days, 40 degrees and kind of misting, but it was a school holiday. We went around to Fillmore, Salina, Depew, Garfield, Lincoln and Arnett Blvd. George would know every kid’s house and every boy would join us. The game would be bruising, muddy and cold, but we were happy to be out of the house and with our buddies. How did George do this? I have seen him do the same thing with people as long as I’ve known him. I thought the word charisma might do. The definition of charisma is: A rare quality, an exceptional ability to secure devotion from others. This definition fits George only a little bit. His qualities were more than rare, they were unique to George. He attracted people unconsciously. People wanted to be near him, to share his love of life. His sense of humor is well known to everybody here. He had many types of laughs, from a HE HE HE to a belly shaker. George used them all and often. He busted many a gut by making us laugh so hard. People were devoted to George but more importantly, He was devoted to us, his family and his friends. George’s mother, Helen, would glow with pride and tell me how often he called and stopped in to see her. She told me that he recently changed her light bulbs and fixed her storm door. As young adults we would be at a party and George would leave early. He didn’t want his mother to eat dinner alone. George very much loved his sisters and their families. Marylou and Rob at Dartmouth have done wonderful things for humanity and are always generous in their support of their family. Suzanne, her late husband Dennis, his nieces July and Amy were hosts to many family and friends gatherings. George’s children, even now, will ask “When are we going to Aunt Sue Sue’s?” George’s first wife, Karen, bore him his greatest treasures, Elizabeth, Rebecca and James. He would work any job to provide for them. He would be FIERCE when they needed protection. He was always generous to fulfill their wishes, even when it meant great sacrifice. I can’t believe that he learned the words to their favorite rap or whatever songs. Of course, George made up funnier lyrics for his own entertainment. Your father’s greatest gift to you children are his genes. I see so much of your Father in all of you. You have his intelligence, independence and determination. I can also see his gentle side. Many of his rare qualities are within all of you. Please cherish them. James, you are a fine athlete like your Father. You also have some of your Father’s best mannerisms. I can’t describe them but they are unmistakable when I see them. Please, don’t ever lose them. George was devoted to wife Cheri. She was his love. She was the foundation for many of his accomplishments. He always kept in touch with her. On the day of his death, George called Cheri, to let her know that he had turned towards home. But, as an example of his frugality, George also told Cheri to turn down the heat. I felt his devotion too. I would think, “I need to talk to George.” He would listen, not judge and comment very little. George’s friendship was a rock that I could always depend on. In a small way, I was able to help him. As we would talk, I could see George form a plan. I could see his resolve build to a boiling point. It was as if he was using his barrel chest and powerful arms to break off whatever shackles were holding onto him. George loved food. Specifically, LARGE cuts of BEEF. Rick’s Prime Rib, The Conesus Inn or The Outback Steakhouse. With his head down, the meat would be devoured. And waiter keep the bread coming. Another food story. At our wedding, there is Cyndi then me at the front of the buffet line, then George. His eyes are excited I can hear his “OOH, OOH, OOH” and doing his George of the Jungle monkey dance. I thought that he was going to hip checked me out the way. The only reason Cyndi and I were in front of him was by a special pass for that day only. George liked work. His motto was beat the opposition and have fun doing it . In the industrial lubricants business he would gloat whenever he stole a customer. To his customers, George was more important than the products he was selling. He became an expert in the field. One customer needed a special lubricant for a machine tool or some other dooflicky. He would explain the lubricant blend to me in PAINFUL, I mean PRECISE, detail. Blend this base oil with this hydrogenated oil and add a sprinkle of silica. I didn’t know if he was making oil or baking a cake. One story he loved to tell demonstrates his determination and joy at work. He was a bill collector for a rental store. He loved “running down” scofflaws. It was a HUNT. In this case he penetrated the defenses of a local hospital. Using his intelligence and guile he found out what floor the debtor woman worked on. He slipped past security. He made it to the floor. Visitors WERE NOT allowed. He found the woman and confronted her. In the end he was escorted out by TWO security guards. He was quite proud of that. Next day the bill was paid in full. This woman may be the only person that did NOT like George. CHARACTER, George had SUPERTANKERS full of character. He was Funny, BIG HEARTED, STRONG and caring. He had too many rare and unique qualities to ever possibly list. This December 14th, OUR BIRTHDAY, I will say to myself, ” George, I need to talk to you.” I MISS YOU. May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of His hand. An Old Irish Blessing

Dan Graden George, Your friendship was second to none. I will never forget the loyalty and respect we shared over the years. Your word was always gold, and you were always willing to lend a hand. I will deeply miss you my friend but never forget all the times we had. May God bless your family and help your children thru this difficult time.

Cheri Guerinot Relation to Deceased: Wife Georgie, it’s one month today since you left us…my heart aches for you everyday….I miss you so much, you were the very essence of my being and I am so lost without you. You are still my soul, my heart, my love and will be always and forever. I love you, baby!! Those we love remain with us for love itself lives on, and cherished memories never fade because a loved one’s gone. Those we love can never be more than a thought apart, far as long as there is memory, they’ll live on in the heart.

Bill McFadden Relation to Deceased: Uncle-in-Law I will always remember George’s big smile and how he had a nack for enjoying the simple things in life – Abbott’s was definitely on the list! Although for most of us working is a necessary evil, George and I worked together on his resume so that he could improve himself, his career and provide for his family. He succeeded in doing all of these things. George was not a conflictive person with others, he was easy going and always willing to help. It is now our time to embrace these traits and celebrate his life. The celebration of life, shared in the beginning, and again, in the end. Yet we forget to celebrate it, in every moment we live. Time, days, years, go on, but are we alive? Alive and do not know it, sleeping in the world and dead to the life we are to live. To celebrate all life, the sparrow who sang in the morning, and died in the night, why do we not celebrate its life? To know thyself is to know you are alive – to give, to love, to seek truth, beauty, and suffer pain. In life as it is meant to be, pain is forgotten, and strength is all that’s left to be gained in the moment by moment celebration of life. By Deborah Peabody

Amy O’Brian Relation to Deceased: niece April 8, 2009. A heart filled with love. A heart filled with life. A heart too big for this world. A heart that broke and took a piece of all of ours with it. George was the kind of guy that was always there when you needed him. He was there to pick up the pieces. To carry the burden for everyone without asking or wanting a thank you. As though it was his job to be the rock that everyone leaned upon. George wasn’t perfect, but he was genuine. It was almost as though he had too much to give inside. As if life just came bursting out of him sometimes. Everything was more interesting when George was around. He had a way of making the holidays more fun. I think he was the only one of us brave enough to wear a “Merry Christ-moose” hat each Christmas. He kind of was like this eternal child at heart, trying to squeeze the joy out of every moment. When he bought the Challenger, his whole world lit up. He would drive place to place, showing off his car. I remember when George first took me for a ride in it. He thought everyone on the road was trying to race him. As though George was clued into this game that no one else was in on. He would speed up and fly by some other muscle car, leaving them in the dust. And when I would muster through the terror and tell George to slow down, he would crank up the radio and find another car to race. I envied George in those moments. To so clearly define what makes you happy and to go after it, full speed ahead. George loved his family… and he never gave up on them. He was a good husband, a caring father, a loyal brother, and a loving son. He was so proud to be a part of his family, and perhaps never knew he was really the center. He had an open door policy with his kids. Never giving up on them, always so proud of everything they accomplished. As a son and brother, he would take care of whatever needed to be done around the house. Fixing problems as they arose. Mending damage along the way. I suppose greater than all these things, George gave his time. He gave it freely and without complaint. He spent time with the people he loved, to listen and to share. To be a part of their days…their lives. The things no one wanted to do, George was there to do. When hard times hit, and uncomfortable silence was the only company you had in a room, George’s hand was guaranteed to be on your shoulder. Saying so loudly without saying a word that things will get better, that we will get through this. When I stood at the podium at my father’s funeral, shaking and unsure I could make it through giving the eulogy, George stood next to me, telling me I could do it. And I know George stands next to all of us from this point forward, because that’s what George did. He made sure everyone was okay. Perhaps that is what we all fear the most. That the rock is gone, and we are left exposed to brave the storm alone. We are left to question why another of the good guys has been taken. And our hearts ache, and our shoulders feel bare, waiting for the hand that told us things will get better. But we are not left here to be afraid or to be angry or to feel alone. We are here to try to be better… to take the best of George and make it a part of us. And with each tear that streams, and each ache in our heart that makes breathing seem impossible, we should remember that this is not what George would have wanted. He would not want us to be sad, or angry, or unsteady, because that was not the kind of guy he was. He would say not to worry. He would tell us he is safe with friends and family who have gone before. And then with a quick grin, and a joking, warm-hearted reply, he would tell us he has to go–someone up in heaven wants to race and he wants to win one more for us.