Howard Gauthier Iii
I will miss my father. I am Howard the 3rd… I will remember my dad with a smile on his face and food in his belly… surrounded by my grandma and grandpa and all my aunts and uncles and cousins on Hathaway st. In jungletown … it was the only part of life that seemed as if the future may actually be positive and bright. That did not last long for me but I would give up the 40 years since to get those 10 years back …the 10 years I had with my father were the only years that held hope for me. family has eluded me since . I miss Howard Gauthier…he was my dad…and I wish I could tell him today how much my soul unraveled without him. I love you Gauthiers..and mayhews and all the rest … the vanbuskirt family reunions at Marysville park. The trash talking horseshoe games… I can’t speak for anyone else but My Life…HOWARD W. GAUTHIER iii’s life has sucked every step of the way except for the 1 st ten years… and most would consider my first ten years kinda bumpy to say the least…lol… life sucks…then everyone you have loved dies…and then you die alone usually… that’s all this ride offers as best I can see… oh yeah don’t forget hard work…taxes…and other peoples train wrecked efforts is what fills in the empty spaces on the way to inevitable doom.. by Dad thanks for life. I loved you then and now…



