Book of Memories of
John George Hunter
John George Hunter
31/12/68 – 31/3/23
Not wanting to miss the party, John arrived in this World around 10:00pm New Year’s Eve 1968.
He made a big entrance, weighing in at 10lb 8oz! John lived his life exactly how he started – doing things his way and ‘making an entrance’ wherever he went!
He had a huge heart, a big personality and a monster appetite for the things that made him happiest. Music, playing his guitars, nice cars, Formula 1 racing, cooking, and eating great food, holidays in France, nature programs, wildlife and animals, especially big ones! Spending time with his ‘grand-children’ gave John the excuse to be the big kid that he was, and they loved his antics!
John’s many close friends were a big part of his life and he felt honored to have known them; some of whom go back to his days at Orley Farm School and Gordonstoun, where he spent several years enjoying the rigors of life in remote Scotland.
He made friends wherever he went and knew someone from just about every realm of life. To know John was to love him! He was bold and brave and fearless and yet in oh so many ways, he was a push over!
After many years in and around London, working in the family business and venturing out into several small businesses of his own, John settled in Bournemouth where he, his parents and his sister Carol have a long-standing relationship with the area. A stint in the Bournemouth ‘Specials’ Police force saw him work hard at getting super fit, and on many a morning, he could be seen running up and down the ‘zig-zag’ ravines to make the cut!
John shared his life with his wife and Soul Mate, Susan, whom he loved passionately. Together they had dreams of moving to the country, raising chickens, and getting multiple dogs. He was close to realizing that dream and would have done it in the way that he did everything. With a lot of bravado and a big entrance!
He has made his final entrance now in the biggest arena there is. He departed here with grace and bravery, and resignation, that sadly the party had come to an end.
Rest in Peace and go get ‘em John!