December 19, 1928 ~August 9, 2024

It is with sadness in our hearts, that we, the family of Augustine (Gus) Joseph Arsenault of St Gilbert, announces his passing at the Prince County Hospital, Summerside, on August 9, 2024 at the age of 95 years. Born December 19, 1928 in Urbainville, Gus was the beloved husband of Zita (née Arsenault) and son of the late Joseph and Célina (née Richard) Arsenault of Urbainville.

Gus is survived by his beloved daughters and son: Linda (John) Marshall, Jeannette Arsenault, Louise Goguen, Anthony (Tony) Arsenault and Donna Arsenault; by his sister; Sr. Louise Arsenault (Sisters of Charity); by his grandchildren: Luke, Samuel, Michael and Robyn; and numerous nieces and nephews.

He was predeceased by his parents Joseph and Célina Arsenault; his daughter Sylvia; his brothers and sisters: Anthony, Roosevelt (uncle Babs), Mary Anne Robichaud and Melda Gautreau.

Gus was an avid brook trout fisherman and loved to play checkers with his family.

As per the family’s wishes, there will be no visiting hours or funeral service. Committal will be held at a later date.

Donation in Gus’s memory made directly to the Cancer Society would be greatly appreciated. (Copy and paste the link in your browser) https://cancer.ca/en/ways-to-give/in-memory-and-in-honour-donations

If you would like to send a message of condolence to Gus’s family, click on the link “Tribute Wall” on the lefthand side of this web page or send an email to evangelinefuneralcoop@pei.aibn.com

Funeral arrangement entrusted to the Évangéline Funeral Home, 900 Route 124, Urbainville, PE

DAD WENT FISHING

Dad went fishing off the coast of Egmont Bay

To try to catch the big one, he says that got away

Off he goes with fishing rod in hand,

Spare hooks in a jar and worms in a can

He then finds a spot where he thinks the fish are biting

And hopes that the big one will come out from hiding

He sits there patiently and waits for a sign

Of something nibbling at the end of his line

When the time is right he’ll reel that big fish in

Cook it in the frying pan and feed it to his kin

Or have it stuffed and mounted on the wall

For all to see his tale is not tall

Dad went fishing, so let him be

If he doesn’t catch the big one

He’ll bring home KFC!

Poem written by his daughter Sylvia Arsenault