Obituary of Ronald Chato

R.I.P Ronald Joseph Chato, September 4,1941-April 24, 2023, son of the late Joseph Chato and Jolayne (nee Kovrig). Former spouse of Virginia Chato (nee Mann). Loving Father of Jennifer Hallett (Kelly) and Christopher Chato (Candice), Grandfather to Aleesha, Austin, Jade, Alex, Arthur(Ainsleigh) and Holly. Great-Grandfather to Scarlett, Jack, Peter and Thomas. Brother to Elizabeth Palmer, David Chato ( Laurie), and Criss Hajek. Predeceased by his sisters, Priscilla Brown, and Janet Taylor and his brother Allen Chato as well as his Great-Grandaughter Jennevieve. Will surely be missed by his many nieces and nephews. He did not wish a funeral or celebration of life. Arrangements are entrusted to the Beckett-Glaves Family Funeral Centre, 88 Brant Avenue, 519-752-4331. He will be cremated and buried with his Grandfather, Joseph Kovrig, at Mount Hope Cemetery at a later date as per his wishes. Thanks to all the wonderful staff at the Brantford General Hospital, Parkview Retirement Home and The Stedman Hospice who cared for him in the last 7 months of his life. In lieu of flowers please consider a donation to the Canadian Cancer Society or the Stedman Community Hospice. If you would all take a moment out of your day and listen to Frank Sinatra's My Way song my brother and I think he would of liked that. ❤️ And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way Yes, it was my way