Priscilla (Freer) Beaulieu was born on January 22, 1962, in North Tonawanda, New York, passed away on October 1, 2026 in Dallas, Texas, leaving behind a life that was anything but ordinary.
Growing up in Richmond, Vermont, Priscilla was a fiercely independent woman who lived life on her own terms. She embraced life fully, cared deeply, and had an unmistakable ability to leave an impression on those fortunate enough to know her.
Early in her life, Priscilla discovered a passion for working with children and dedicated herself to that work, including serving on the local school board and eventually on the National PTA Board. Her love for children and her belief in the importance of giving them opportunities to grow were an important part of who she was.
Priscilla was also an avid sports fan. She followed her teams with enthusiasm, loyalty, and occasionally a healthy amount of frustration—particularly when it came to the Buffalo Bills and their seemingly endless inability to bring home a Super Bowl. Her love of basketball was equally passionate, and she once had the unforgettable experience of meeting her basketball idol, Michael Jordan, in an elevator during a PTA event—a story that was undoubtedly worth telling more than once.
Her life was filled with music, art, and a thirst for adventure inspired by the thousands of books she read throughout her life. Priscilla would sometimes consume three books in a week when the cost wasn’t too prohibitive, and she would give them away when she had finished reading them, wanting to ensure that the stories lived on through as many people as possible. When her new books arrived, she would unbox them, let out a delighted sigh, and affirm, "There’s nothing like that new-book smell."
Above all, Priscilla loved her family. She loved deeply and fiercely the people she allowed into her heart, and the impact of that love will remain with those who knew her.
Priscilla is survived by her three sons, Jeffrey, Stephen, and Justin Beaulieu; her sister, Marie Gaudette, and brother-in-law, Vance Gaudette; and her nephews, Kenny Campbell, Paul Gibson, Avery Gaudette, and Alex Gaudette.
She leaves behind not simply memories, but stories—stories of music and art, sports and laughter, independence and stubbornness, and all of the wonderfully strange and beautiful moments that made her life uniquely hers.
She will be deeply missed, fiercely remembered, and forever loved.