In memory of
Alejandro Mauricio Guibout
January 12, 1953 - August 25, 2026
With heavy hearts, we share the passing of our beloved husband, dad and grandpa, Maurice Guibout, who passed away on August 25, 2026, at the age of 73. He leaves behind his devoted wife, Peggy; his daughter, Michelle; son-in-law, Taylor; and two grandchildren, Sevy and Keaton.
Maurice was born in Valparaíso, Chile, on January 12, 1953. In 1987, he left Chile and began a new chapter of his life in Canada, bringing with him the experiences, stories and memories of the country where his life began. When he first arrived in Toronto, he found work alongside a group of Italian men and adapted quickly to his new surroundings — learning to speak Italian from the people he worked with before learning English through the friendships he made along the way.
Toronto, however, wasn't originally meant to be his final destination. Maurice had always planned to eventually make his way to England. That plan changed when he met Peggy. What began as a stop along the way became home. He chose to stay in Toronto, and together he and Peggy built the life and family that would ultimately mean more to him than anything else.
Maurice was one of a kind. Strong-willed and quick-witted, he moved through life entirely as himself. Those who knew him knew his sense of humour, his stories, and the unmistakable presence he brought into a room.
Maurice was a skilled finish carpenter who took tremendous pride in his craft and in the business he built and ran. He was happiest working with his hands, and his craftsmanship can still be seen in the many things he created over the years. In his later years, Dad and Taylor spent countless hours working side by side on projects around the family home — building sheds, finishing the basement apartment, and preparing rooms to welcome each of his grandchildren. Those projects became more than just things they built together; they became memories of time spent together that will remain long after the work itself was finished.
Even in retirement, Maurice's creative side never left him. He turned to painting, finding another way to create things he was proud of and leave a little piece of himself behind.
More than anything, family was Dad's whole world. Everything came back to the people he loved. He was a devoted husband and father, and there was never any question that his family came first. He loved deeply, showed up when it mattered, and took enormous pride in the life and family that surrounded him.
Becoming a grandfather brought him a tremendous amount of joy. He adored Sevy and Keaton, and there was something especially meaningful about watching Dad become Grandpa. Whether they were snuggled in bed watching a TV show, painting together at the kitchen table, or sharing a bowl of Cheerios, Sevy knew Grandpa as his best bud. These simple, everyday moments became some of the most special ones. The time he spent with his grandchildren and the memories they made together will be treasured, shared and kept alive for them as they grow.
Maurice loved soccer and rarely missed a game. “I have a game at 3” was a familiar announcement in our house, occasionally used to explain why he couldn't partake in whatever else might be happening that afternoon. We would remind him that he wasn't actually on the team and that the game would probably go on without him — though that never seemed to make it any less important. His love of sports extended to the Toronto Maple Leafs, and through season after season, he remained a devoted fan — somehow continuing to believe, cheer them on and endure the yearly heartbreak that came with the territory.
Dad's final chapter was difficult, but he was surrounded by his family and knew how deeply he was loved. After everything he endured, there is comfort in knowing that he is finally at peace.
We will miss the big things, but perhaps even more, we will miss the ordinary ones — hearing his voice, listening to his stories, watching a game, sharing a laugh, going for a walk, and simply knowing he was there.
He leaves behind a family who loved him, a lifetime of memories, and a place in our lives that could only ever have belonged to him.
We love you, Dad.
You will be missed more than words can say, remembered in more ways than you could ever know, and carried with us always.
Rest peacefully.
Maurice was born in Valparaíso, Chile, on January 12, 1953. In 1987, he left Chile and began a new chapter of his life in Canada, bringing with him the experiences, stories and memories of the country where his life began. When he first arrived in Toronto, he found work alongside a group of Italian men and adapted quickly to his new surroundings — learning to speak Italian from the people he worked with before learning English through the friendships he made along the way.
Toronto, however, wasn't originally meant to be his final destination. Maurice had always planned to eventually make his way to England. That plan changed when he met Peggy. What began as a stop along the way became home. He chose to stay in Toronto, and together he and Peggy built the life and family that would ultimately mean more to him than anything else.
Maurice was one of a kind. Strong-willed and quick-witted, he moved through life entirely as himself. Those who knew him knew his sense of humour, his stories, and the unmistakable presence he brought into a room.
Maurice was a skilled finish carpenter who took tremendous pride in his craft and in the business he built and ran. He was happiest working with his hands, and his craftsmanship can still be seen in the many things he created over the years. In his later years, Dad and Taylor spent countless hours working side by side on projects around the family home — building sheds, finishing the basement apartment, and preparing rooms to welcome each of his grandchildren. Those projects became more than just things they built together; they became memories of time spent together that will remain long after the work itself was finished.
Even in retirement, Maurice's creative side never left him. He turned to painting, finding another way to create things he was proud of and leave a little piece of himself behind.
More than anything, family was Dad's whole world. Everything came back to the people he loved. He was a devoted husband and father, and there was never any question that his family came first. He loved deeply, showed up when it mattered, and took enormous pride in the life and family that surrounded him.
Becoming a grandfather brought him a tremendous amount of joy. He adored Sevy and Keaton, and there was something especially meaningful about watching Dad become Grandpa. Whether they were snuggled in bed watching a TV show, painting together at the kitchen table, or sharing a bowl of Cheerios, Sevy knew Grandpa as his best bud. These simple, everyday moments became some of the most special ones. The time he spent with his grandchildren and the memories they made together will be treasured, shared and kept alive for them as they grow.
Maurice loved soccer and rarely missed a game. “I have a game at 3” was a familiar announcement in our house, occasionally used to explain why he couldn't partake in whatever else might be happening that afternoon. We would remind him that he wasn't actually on the team and that the game would probably go on without him — though that never seemed to make it any less important. His love of sports extended to the Toronto Maple Leafs, and through season after season, he remained a devoted fan — somehow continuing to believe, cheer them on and endure the yearly heartbreak that came with the territory.
Dad's final chapter was difficult, but he was surrounded by his family and knew how deeply he was loved. After everything he endured, there is comfort in knowing that he is finally at peace.
We will miss the big things, but perhaps even more, we will miss the ordinary ones — hearing his voice, listening to his stories, watching a game, sharing a laugh, going for a walk, and simply knowing he was there.
He leaves behind a family who loved him, a lifetime of memories, and a place in our lives that could only ever have belonged to him.
We love you, Dad.
You will be missed more than words can say, remembered in more ways than you could ever know, and carried with us always.
Rest peacefully.