17/6/1928 – 3/9/2021
Aged 93
Dearly loved brother of Barbara (dec.), Joan and Geoffrey. Brother-in-law of Arthur (dec.) and Alan (dec.). Uncle of 2 nieces and 6 nephews.
Passed away peacefully at the St. John of God Hospital, Bendigo.
A much loved gentleman from Buckrabanyule who will be sadly missed.
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What a true gentleman who will be sadly missed. George was a long term friend who was part of our family. We shared many great times together from the first time we met on a train trip to Perth. A very loyal mate who understood how to be a “ gentle” man. We loved George and he will always be in our hearts. REST IN PEACE George.
A great man, with a kind heart always had the time for a chat and a laugh. Sadly missed by the “Smale boys” and families, especially his old neighbour George and Shirley.
So sad Geoff & Joan. Our families had so much to do with each other. Great memories. Lorraine (Smale) Bridley
Georgie was more than family, more than a grandfather figure, he was a best friend, the person you could be your most sincere self around. Georgie meant the entire world to not only me, but our whole family. He taught us so many things, to be kind, loving and caring. He shared my love of music and even helped me buy my first guitar which I still play, in fact I called it George. I don’t think he ever knew that.
I will never be able to thank him enough for helping me become the person I am, but I thank you Georgie.
There was no better feeling than coming home and seeing George’s car in the driveway when he wouldn’t tell you he was coming.
Still, there is not enough words to explain how incredible George was and is. There is a big hole left in our hearts, he will forever be my biggest role model and best friend. I will miss you and love you forever. Thank you Georgie 🤍
A kind, quiet, gentle man who supported Aunty Wilma and her family. He will be missed but not forgotten. Our condolences to Aunty Wilma. Joanne, Kerryn, Diane, Geoff and their extended partners and family.
Love Warren and Gregg
Footscray
Describing our direct relation to George was always a tricky one. The easiest way was to call him our Grandpa – although I’m not sure that really gives him enough credit for the role he played in our lives.
Every milestone and through all the mundanity of life George was always there. Even the table I’m using as I write this was a project we worked on together to restore. He was just a part of life and I have very few memories that don’t involve him. We were very lucky that he chose to stay with us as often as he did.
From first knowing him as ‘Tickley George’. Aptly named for the constant horse bites and tickle attacks as we ran laps past him around Nan’s kitchen and lounge. Every encounter full of laughter with a trickster always up for stirring up some fun.
To understanding him as George the carer and teacher. Whether that be waking to him making us breakfast before school or teaching us, and even mum, how to drive. Sitting quietly in the passenger’s seat clicking the button on the hand brake repeatedly, with full confidence in our abilities – even though both Mum and Ellyn managed to crash the car.
He was always there to look after us, to spoil us, to play golf with on the Xbox, cut our toenails too short, to share a sip of port before bed with him and Dad. He would support every hobby in anyway he could, no matter how fleeting, and could solve any problem possible. Being at every footy game, school concert, graduation, birthday, good day or bad day. You could always rely on George to be there in your corner.
I can still feel the rush of excitement in my belly, coming home from school, mum playing coy in the car, as we turned down the street to see his car parked out the front. The best kind of surprise made better by knowing that he would be there for the next few weeks which often would turn into months.
The rest of the year when he wasn’t with us you could rely on the phone to ring each night as the clock hit 8pm, signalling the start of the free hour of calls on his phone plan. The pass the parcel of the phone began as we all got to tell him of our day and hear what he had been up to or just the weather report from the farm.
To us he was everything – tickley, a trickster, a ball of fun, a caregiver, a grandparent, a parent, a cheer leader, a handyman, a mentor, a confidant, an animal whisper, an animal teaser, but most of all – a best friend.
We are heart broken to know he is gone, but so very very grateful to have had such a beautiful soul as such a large part of our lives.
Thank you for everything, we are so sorry we can’t be with you today. We will truly miss you George, but we will never forget you.