Loss of a Legend

It’s with a heavy heart that we have to post about my Dad’s passing on the 18th of August 2022. As many of you gleaned from his daily dose of poems he was a man with a wicked sense of humour, who loved his dogs and his family. The following poems written by us, his sons are a small tribute to him and though he’d have the rhyming dictionary out tutting at the prose (we are claiming Yorkshire rhyming – if it worked for him, it’d work for us). Finally just to say thank you to everyone who read/ enjoyed his work on here. If it made one person smile then that would have meant the world to him. – Love James and John

John

Born in Bradford, the eldest of five,
A policeman for most of his life.
Married to Dot, the best of the lot,
He lived for his kids, cricket, and wife.

Forty-five years, happily married,
Two sons that he frequently carried.
A favourite grandson, in whom he lives on,
He was immensely proud of his tribe.

A new adventure in France was a thrill,
This man was never one to stand still.
Cycling, dog grooming, degrees, poems, reading, fishing and golf, to name but a few,
How he fit it all in, no one knew.

Like me he loved dogs more than folk,
A definite Labrador bloke.
Perfect days spent walking his hounds,
A curry, a pint, homeward bound.

He knew the Beatles and Stones are the best,
Watched the Open, Test matches, all the rest.
America, Canada, and Australia are part of his history,
A humble, straight-up-and-down man, no mystery.

Troubles he took in his stride,
And rudeness he could not abide.
A kind, polite, generous man,
Always actioning the plan.

Although we are sad that you’re gone,

Through us you will always live on.
For having known you we’ll always be glad.
Thank you, love you, Dad.

James

So the final Hobbo has fallen to us

Though if you had it your way they’d be no bloody fuss

Just get it over, then go have a pint 

I’m up here with the dogs, I’m doing allright

But seriously Dad you know we can’t let it go

We loved you so much  and need you to know

So here’s a few words to our father, our friend

The story of a life, we never wanted to end

Born in the fifties 

To Derek and Margaret’s delight and applause 

Though when you cut your head open

Nan made you change your drawers 

The eldest of five 

It fell to you to set the way

So you shouldn’t have come home from school

After an hour of the first day

Still you were quite the scholar

Attracted the moniker Snobby

Though you lost that in time

And just became our Hobby

Following in familiar footsteps

You became PC 2518

Earmarked for the top

Until asked,  what periodicals you take 

Still wasn’t all bad, 

you met your Dot

Of all your achievements

She topped the lot 

But How to impress her

First date, make a dish?

Bugger that Hobbo, you’re from Yorkshire

Take her to fish

A month you courted

You knew a good thing

Get up Bolton Abbey

And get out that ring

Though you took a detour

To Ma Wartons to beg

For her daughters hand to marriage

Yes, obviously Stephen,  now, is it bacon with that egg

The wedding duly followed

Held all Warton in a thrawl

Not so much for the dress

As to see, your car in the wall

2 years elapsed 

Then James  came along 

You never learnt your lesson

As, 18 month later, here was our John

You gave us the best childhood

That boys ever had

Everything was magical

Because you were our Dad

When Ben was born

He was already blest 

His life had the groondude

Who he thought was the best

Retirement beckoned

You hung up your pips 

See you later England

Dot? Are these french fries my chips

And what a few years it was  

To auvoir from tally ho

Not without hiccups

Dot? Are all bridges this low

You missed our Ben, so

Enough is enough

And  you came back to Burnley 

And drive the kids in a bus

We never told you 

But we were glad you were here

Golf, walks in the park

Creating memories we’ll hold so dear

Not that it stopped your travels

Jetting off to foreign ports

Even Claridges for tea

Though we won’t mention the shorts

Then we had the poetry

The cult of Hobbo

A daily dose to uplift us

From a man we were lucky to know

Your passing was too quick

It left us all reeling

But your three dogs were in heaven

And Dauphie needed feeding

But we’re down here 

And we look to the sky

Saying goodbye to the greatest

A smile for the memories, yet a tear in eye

As a father, husband, grandad

Thanks for everything you did

We’ll love you forever

In our hearts you’ll always live

22 Comments on “Loss of a Legend

  1. Thanks for posting this beautiful tribute. I did miss Hobbo’s poems and was wondering about him. Sending love and best wishes and my heartfelt condolences to you all 🙏

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  2. I am so sorry for your loss. I discovered his blog just recently and his wit and wonderful poems made me smile and google a lot of cities. Bless you all and Dauphy .

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  3. I’m so deeply sorry for your loss. His daily dose of poems and the interactions in the comments helped me trough a rough period. He will be missed.

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  4. Dearest Hobbo, it can’t be true. How’m I to spend days if not laughing with you? I started a blog without nary a friend, and you made me feel welcomed, a new special friend. I’m grateful for all the giggles it’s true, but the days will be pallid without colorful you. Thank you again for a the laughs and the lessons, you’ve made so many lasting impressions. More wisdom than could have been wished. Dearest Hobbo, you’ll be sorely missed.

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  5. James and John, my name is Ken. I’m so very sorry to hear this sad news! 🙁 You’re father was a wonderfully talented; funny; witty & kind man. His love for his family and dogs certainly came across in his poetry! 👍😁 He will be greatly missed! ☹️ I understand what it’s like to lose a father so if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here! 🤗 Ye’re poems certainly capture his essence and make for a lovely tribute to your father. May he Rest in Peace wherever that is! 🙏🤞

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  6. Dauphy’s now chasing rabbits alone,
    ‘Cos our dear old friend Hobbo is gone,
    Without graces or airs,
    He’ll be chuckling upstairs,
    And might sometimes be heard, “Ee Ba Gum”.

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  7. How desperately sad it is to read this. I, like many others here, had long been hoping for Hobbo’s return. But alas, it seems, it is not to be…

    Hobbo was one of the first people I met here on WP . He read and commented on pretty much every post of mine (even though their tone and content were wildly different to his own) and even directed others to do the same when he bestowed me with one of his prestigious ‘Hobbo Awards’ early last year. I remember I was more than honoured he’d think my ramblings worthy of such an accolade – and I told him as much at the time.

    He would always, always, check in with me to see that I was doing okay. A wee smile here, a wee word of encouragement there. He often gave me – and sometimes was the only – reason to smile in a day. He was so kind to me too – at a time when I really needed it.

    Both Hobbo and his daily poetry has been, and will continue to be, missed so very much by so many here.

    Au revoir mon ami 🖤🖤🖤

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  8. So sorry to hear of your Dad’s passing! We had lots of good talks and quite a few laughs. He was one in a million and will definitely be missed. RIP my friend Hobbo. See you on the flip side. 💕

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  9. It’s hard to believe such a lively character is gone. I am shaking my head in disbelief.
    People pop in and out on this platform so you just assume life is keeping them busy and they’ll be back when they have the chance.
    Obviously, I didn’t know him in person but from here I could tell he was one of a kind.
    As mentioned above many times his cheerfulness and compassion when addressing others was a daily ray of light.
    His talent and work ethic were prodigious and unmatched. I am in awe of what he could do.
    You can see his style echoed in his family line. The tributes could have been penned by the man himself. He would have loved them.
    Condolences guys.

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  10. Here in Australia, although I am the only one with the blog, all my family are so very sorry to hear of Hobbo’s passing. Last year when I was going through cancer treatment, his poems, his kindness and his sense of humour were a very bright spot in my evenings. I have missed him since June. This is a lovely tribute and we hope all of Hobbo’s family are coping. Your loving words make me think that although love is why we feel the pain, love is also what gets us through it and, from all I’ve heard, you’re a very loving family. All the very best and so sorry for your loss.

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  11. Gentlemen, thankee for clearing the doubt, easing our minds, and breaking our hearts. Well done, too. All here will miss this giant of a man. Please do give Dauph an extra biscuit – he surely of all of us feels this loss most. Espie.

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  12. A fitting tribute to an incredibly talented funny man. I think you did your father well. Heartfelt condolences to the entire family. 🤍

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  13. Oh man I am genuinely upset to hear the news. Obviously we never met but he was a great bloke with a witty sense of fun. He even awarded me a Hobbo! A sad loss to all on here that had the pleasure of knowing him. Deepest sympathy to all the family and a lovely tribute with the poems.

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  14. I would check in daily to see what Hobbo had cooked up for all of us to read. Always leaving with a smile on my face. I was still checking back often hoping to see his return. It saddens me greatly to know he has penned his last. My condolences to the entire Hobbo clan, may he rest in peace.

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  15. Hi Hobbo. Sorry to see you gone. Just learnt of your passing. Wondered why you hadn’t posted lately. I’ll miss your merry jibes, your poems, both philosophical and punning, your lively exchanges with Dauphy. I bet he misses you too. Miss too your generous comments and your occasional ‘digs’, well deserved. Hope you are okay up there and there’s a WordPress outlet for you to continue your prodigious creativity. Big hugs from me, Hobbo. Bless.

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