Gordon C. LaCasse
October 13, 1949 ~ July 12, 2015
Preceeded in death by his mother, Bernice LaCasse. Survived by his wife, Debra (Nadeau); father, Eugene LaCasse, children, Christine (Jurgen) Nichols, Aaron Byrd, Peter LaCasse; stepsons Eric Nadeau, Lief Nadeau; siblings, Sharon, Thomas, Bruce (Jan), Linda, David (Linnea) Daniel, Gary (Lynn), Carolyn and Tim; 7 grandchildren, many nieces; nephews; and cousins. Gordons love was for the Lord and for his family. An avid outdoorsman, he was happiest fishing, hunting, gardening or camping. He was also a master mechanic and owned a repair business near Tulsa, OK. A Celebration of Gordons Life will be 2 PM Tuesday July 21st at Roberts Family Funeral Home, 555 SW Centennial Dr., Forest Lake, with a visitation beginning at 1 PM until the time of service.
reposted from son Peter’s FB
My dad passed away yesterday. I miss him and our fishing and hunting trips. I can’t wait to see him again in heaven. All the adventures we had when he was on earth taught me a lot throughout my life. Thank you, Dad, for being here for us and filling our lives with joy and happiness. We love and miss you.
reposted from daughter Christine’s FB
There will be lots of tears of sadness, overwhelming loss, anger and emptiness. But under that is a true sense of joy and peace. Dad, I will miss our Friday phone calls. Our yearly visits. Our time together on this Earth was far too short but I am truly thankful for the time we had. I know you are enjoying heaven. Telling stories to all who will listen. You are truly Free for our God is not dead He is surely alive and lived on your inside. We all could hear Him roaring like a Lion in your words and actions! I love you and miss you already!
reposted from Gordy’s care pages
I was 6 or 7 years old when I decided that I could “trail” after my older brothers and sister, who had set off for a hike along the creek and the woods on our farm. I followed their footprints but could not find them, as the sun had melted off some of the snow…I decided to go home…following the tracks back to the house, but got lost. The sun was setting and temperatures were dropping. I started to cry. A few minutes later…I heard noise in the woods and my brother Gordy’s voice calling my name. He had found me! He removed my wet mittens and coat, wrapped me in his own coat, picked me up in his arms and carried me safely home.
Gordy, as you begin this final journey…May the Lord find you, wrap you in his Coat and carry you safely Home, as you did for me those many years ago. Love, Linda
reposted from son Aarons website
I remember the first time I lost my dad at the age of 13 as I stood on the big rock at my mother’s house and asked God why it had to be this way and how it was part of his plan those many years ago he spoke to me and told me I would get him back one day…after many years I learned to deal with the pain using prescription drugs to numb my emptiness after a trip to the department of corrections at the age of 22 I was still struggling I finally decided to contact him I don’t remember my exact words but it was a short summery of what I had become in life drug addicted convict that was struggling to get out of the lifestyle…I knew if anyone could help it would be him I just didn’t know if he would be willing…he came running with open arms helped me on my feet and I ended up relapsing and ended up in jail again I called to tell him I was safe and his truck I was supposed to be buying was in the impound lot after not speaking to him in months he proceeded to put money on the phone so we could talk and got me into the boys ranch he wasn’t giving up on me I had a hick up or two since then and he was always there to support me and dust me off I thank God for giving me these last few years with my father but I’ll have to find someone new to drop everything and hook the trailer up when my truck breaks down and work late into the night to get it back on the road for me…I love you dad and wouldn’t be where I am if it wasn’t for you. Hope your enjoying your party you earned it