JVG chatted with us in Frisky Seniors Chat almost from the beginning.

He was a nice man that liked to joke around and was fun to chat with.  As I have been told by a good chat friend of his, Jann - he went to several different chat rooms and was liked by all.

JVG lived in Canada and was 71 years old at his death.  He died the on the 15th of April.  He had been ill and in hospital for a few weeks with MD.

If you knew JVG and would like to send in your memories of him - send it to Ralph@friskyseniors.com.

JVG's Obituary - Click Here
Poem by Moon - Click Here
Poem by Moon - Click Here
Jann's Memories of JVG - Click Here
Moon's Memories of JVG - Click Here
Zola's Memories of JVG - Click Here





Mr. John Victor Gignac
Born: July 15, 1934

Died: April 15, 2006

Memorialized by:
Andrews Community Funeral Centre "Bramalea Chapel", Brampton, ON

GIGNAC, John Victor (JVG4): Peacefully, surrounded by his family on Saturday, April 15, 2006 at Peel Memorial Hospital at the age of 71. Beloved husband to Helen Gignac (nee: Mosley) of 48 years. Loving father to John Thomas (Linda), James Matthew (Lorna), Jeffrey Scott (Sue) and Todd Anthony (Anna). Dear grandpa to Leanne, Danielle, Jonathon, Emily, Samantha, Stefanie, Grace and Sean. He will be sadly missed by his extended family and friends. Friends will be received at the ANDREWS COMMUNITY FUNERAL CENTRE 8190 Dixie Road, Brampton (North of Steeles Avenue) 905-456-8190 on Tuesday, April 18, 2006 from 6-9 p.m. A Funeral Service will be held on Wednesday, April 19, 2006 at 2:00 p.m. in the funeral home chapel. In John Victor's memory, donations to the Muscular Dystrophy Association would be greatly appreciated by the family. 



Oh jvg 
want you to know
The friends youíve made
Will miss you so,

Your smiling face
Words so wise
You made us laugh
Tears in our eyes,

Memories of you
They shall go on
To be your friend
Picked me as one,

You spoke your mind
But nothing crude
You called me dudett
Iíll miss you my dude,

Iíll miss you so
I will regret
No more will you
Call me dudett.




Saying Goodbye
By Moon

Saying goodbye
Is so hard to do
Itís someone you know
Or so close to you,

Saying goodbye
Can only brings tears
Youíve know that person
For so many years,

Saying goodbye
As they go above
It  hurts you so much
They filled us with love,

Saying goodbye
>From us they must part
Our two special friends
Is dude and cold heart.

(He had a warm heart)



  I will remember JVG as a friend who helped me at times when I needed it, on the computer. He came into a few chatrooms that I went to and always was friendly whenever he saw me.
He will be missed.
I never knew how ill he was, he never spoke of his illness. He was always quite upbeat whenever I chatted with him.
Goodbye John Victor, peace be with you. Canada has lost another good man.



I first met JVG in another chat room, he was always smiling and joking with me.
He was a great friend to have, and great man to know.
He came in one day and I called him dude, it went on from there, I am happy knowing he picked me to be one of his many friends he made along the way.
He is well known in many chat rooms and has made many good friends of both males and females.
His family was his life, and he adored them.
None of us in friskyseniors chat knew jvg was in hospital until floyd (my bro) told us, then he told us jvg was home again.
Hotpants went into another chat to ask how he was and no one answered her, then floyde told us about him comeing home.
We were all made up about jvg being home, then poor jann had to tell us that my dude had died.
I have known JVG for twenty two months, and I know that most of the chatters have known him a lot longer than I have. 
Jann is one of them who has known him for a lot longer than I have and they were good friends, but in those twenty two months I have known him he became my dude, and I will never hear him call me dudett again.

From Moon



JVG4 was a very nice man to chat with, he was kind, sensitive, and always had a pleasant nature . He was a very interesting man. He will surely be missed." Blessed Be" 

In Loving Memory, Zola