Morris Verle Hobbs

It is my sincere pleasure to announce the graduation of our father, Morris Verle Hobbs, age 84, from his life here on earth to the five-star hotel of heaven. Upon his arrival, I can imagine the celebration had, since his wife Nancy had been planning it for 24 years. I'm sure she was getting impatient. And I'm doubly sure they had to stop at a gas station to get my father's favorite pack of cigarettes, a habit he started at the age of fourteen, before they made their way to the festivities.

But eventually you made it to the party, where they handed you your diploma with high marks, Dad. Then Mom cut the cake because she knows you'll cut the slices too big. We hope our care package arrived in time, so that you could share all your favorite foods with everyone. Frozen mini pizzas, polish dogs, Kit Kats, and ice-cream sandwiches. Your bowling ball was too heavy to send, so we will keep it safe for now.

I tried to call NCIS, CSI, Law & Order, and the CHIPS cast's, to let them know they had lost their most devoted viewer, but they wouldn't take my call. So, I’ll just leave your TV on all day, Dad, just like you did, so they don't lose their ratings.

Thank you, Dad, for your OCD tendencies. It made it easy to find your funeral documents labeled perfectly in your filing cabinet, along with thirty years full of bills you paid. Not sure what to do with those.

But in all seriousness Dad, thank you for your love, kindness, patience, and laughter. Gifts that we inherited from you. Except for your youngest son, he skipped the patience line. You were there for all of us whenever we needed you. What you lacked in financial means, you made up for with your time, which you gave freely to your family, which was worth more than silver and gold.

Give mom a big squeeze from all of us, tell all the grandma's and grandpa's "Hi" from the clan still here on earth. And don't let your brothers George and Larry pick on you too much since they got to graduate before you. I'm sure your granddaughter Jessica and her father Ken were surprised to see you so soon after they arrived at the heaven hotel last year.

Thank you, Private Hobbs, for your years of service in the Army. I'll ensure you have the flag-draped over your coffin as listed in your instructions.

Well, that's it for now, Dad. Your kids will keep an eye on things down here, which include June, Terry (Lisa), Tim, Cindy (Moses), Robert (Toon). Along with your seven grandchildren and nine great-grandchildren.

p.s. If you have 20/20 vision again, give me a sign, and I'll cancel your glasses order.

p.s.s. Every so often, can you whisper in my ear, "Hey, Dear," just like you always did when you greeted me.

Funeral services will be held Saturday, February 5th, 2022, at 1:30 pm at Redwood Memorial Estates, 6500 So Redwood Rd. The viewing will be before the service, from 12:30-1:30 pm at the same location.