Kenneth Hoyt Bergeron was born July 10th 1958 and moved on from this realm surrounded by friends and family March 24th 2015. He has passed on. He is no more. He has ceased to be. He’s expired and gone to meet his maker. Bereft of life, he rests in peace; shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisible.
Kenneth’s life was spent focusing on his three passions; family, cooking, and computer programming in meteorological applications. He was fluent in English, his version of Cajun (which his family still does not consider a language), DOS, BASIC, IBM Basic, Objective C, A#, R, C, C++, C#, VB, Java, Perl, Python, FORTRAN, dBase, IDL, Jscript, and too many others to actually list.
He is preceded in death by his mother, Ada Louise Grady; his father, Hoyt Elijah Bergeron; and his older brother, Scott M. Bergeron. He is survived by his younger brother, Gerald P. Bergeron; his wife of 36 years, Debra M. Bergeron; his sons: Joshua S. Bergeron (Lorena L. Bergeron), Benjamin R. Bergeron, Daniel A. Bergeron, and Jordan M. Bergeron; Nicholas D. Fowler and the rest of his extended family; and his eight grandchildren: David Wayne, Decoda, Victoria, Gabriel, Michael, Wyatt, Vanessa, and Sarah. He is also slightly preceded by his wife’s dogwood tree, an event he predicted with absolute certainty.
Kenneth attended college at The University of Southern Mississippi where he met and subsequently married his wife, Debra. He pursued a career in the emerging field of meteorological radar systems and traveled around the world. His easy outgoing view on life allowed him to make many friends in many places. The final years of his life were spent with his family and friends enjoying semi, family forced, retirement at his home in Woolmarket, Mississippi. He loved to fish and disliked eating alone.
A memorial service will be held at the Howard Avenue Chapel of Bradford-O’Keefe Funeral Home in Biloxi on Saturday, March 28th from 2:00 P.M. until 4:00 P.M. A subsequent memorial service will be held at a later date to burn his remaining blue scrub shirts; the discontinued clothing he wore religiously, which despite protest from his immediate family were his favorite thing to wear until they fell apart. He will be dearly missed by all that knew him, the scrub shirts will not.
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