Claude Aubry

Obituary of Claude Aubry

VICTOR - October 31, 2018. Claude is predeceased by his son Roger Aubry. He is survived by his wife, Therese Aubry; children, Yves (Martha Garcia) Aubry, Maurice (Kathy) Aubry, Liza (John) Billone; grandchildren, Stephanie Aubry, Chantal Aubry, Catrina Aubry, Beau Aubry, Danielle Billone & JC Billone; great-grandchildren Leilani & Marcelo Garcia; sisters, Andree Aubry, Lucienne Desjardins & Margot Aubry; several nieces, nephews & dear friends.

Claude’s life story will be shared during his visitation, Sunday, November 4th, 1-4 PM at the funeral home, 1411 Vintage Lane, (between 390 & Long Pond Rd.). Services and burial to be held in Canada. In lieu of flowers donations may be sent to Serenity House, 1278 Brace Rd., Victor, NY 14564 in Claude’s memory.

My grandpa, Claude Aubry, was born in 1930 in St. Sixte, Quebec. One of 16, he stopped going to school at a young age to help out on the family farm. He eventually picked up carpentry, and he and my grandma decided to move to the United States. They landed themselves in Los Angeles, CA in 1964 where there was work to be had, but the poor air quality from the traffic didn’t agree with his lungs. In talking to one of his friends, he learned there were good opportunities in Rochester, NY; and in 1966 again the family moved - the rest is history.

It couldn’t have been easy for someone who spoke broken English, but his determination to provide for his family rivaled any embarrassment. His genuine curiosity and ambition to learn were traits to be envied. For a man with minimal formal schooling, he saw education as critical to success and would make a point to tell me on many occasions. “You better believe”, he would say in a thick, Canadian accent - usually so you’d agree with his passionate stance on any topic he wanted you to know about.

My grandpa will always be remembered for his tenacity, but also simplicity. You could count on him to be sitting in his chair watching hockey while dipping wheat bread into a small bowl of maple syrup. The stereotypical Canadian was an understatement. I can also thank that side of the family for my sweet tooth.

He will be sorely missed, but I know I’ll continue to learn from him everyday. Nous t’aimons grand-père. Repose en paix.