Obituary of Roger Goulet

Roger Goulet, age 80, passed away on Saturday, October 6, 2018. He was preceded in death by father, Joseph; mother, Marie; brother, Joseph; and his true love & soul mate of 45 years, Carolyn – his life wasn’t complete without her. Survived by his daughter by choice, Mary Goulet; his Honeyboy grandson, Joseph (Holly); great-grandson, Roger Allen; his Honeygirl granddaughter, Danielle; his Lil Grunt, Honeygirl and favorite lunch date, granddaughter, Dakota Rose, who brought him such happiness; daughter, Wendy; daughter, Lisa, where he learned blood does not make you a father – your heart does; son-in-law, Brandon; special friends, Bruce, Anna, Alice, Becky, Trevor, Glenn, Lennae, Max, Rome, and his brothers at Xcel Energy.

Roger Immediately enlisted in the Airforce upon graduation. He became an airplane mechanic on F-100s, stationed in Flagstaff, AZ. He took extreme pride upon inclusion to the Mach Buster’s Club (those who have exceeded the speed of sound). Upon discharge in March 1960, he returned to West St. Paul. He obtained a position at Northern States Power as a mail clerk. He attended night school and moved into the Power Lineman position, eventually retiring as a lineman Superintendent in Feb. 2002.

Visitation will be from 4:00-8:00PM on Monday, October 15, 2018 at Anderson Funeral Home, 1401 Arcade Street (Hwy 61), Saint Paul. Mass of Christian Burial will be 11:00AM on Tuesday, October 16, 2018 at St. Matthew’s Catholic Church, 510 Hall Avenue, Saint Paul. Immediately following the Mass, Burial will take place at Fort Snelling National Cemetery, followed by a luncheon served back at the church.

Dad had a love of animals, rescuing many injured. In Lieu of Flowers, please donate to Wildlife Rehabilitation Center, 2530 Dale St. N, Roseville, MN 55113.

My Lineman

He climbs from bed, pulls on his jeans,

His boots are on the floor;

It doesn't take a second,

And he's heading for the door.

In the truck and on the street,

He's quiet as a mouse;

It's sure a strange ole feeling

All alone in our big house.

My husband is a lineman,

And he's called out at night;

As I stand by the window,

It's not a pretty sight.

The ice and wind are blowin' round;

The sleet is in the air;

The people want their power on;

There's havoc everywhere.

Each time he leaves I always think

This time could be the end;

He risks his life but doesn’t complain-

My lineman, my best friend.