Birth date: Jul 26, 1955 Death date: Dec 10, 2025
John Colin Padget lived a life defined by hard work, deep love for family, curiosity, craftsmanship, and an unwavering sense of responsibility to those he cared for. John was born to Colin Arthur Padget (1935–1982) and Hazel Marga Read Obituary
I will miss hearing you sing rocky raccoon to Monica and Brin, these memories bring so much joy
John was my big brother and we lived under the same roof for 20 years, shared the same bed, went to the same schools together, did our apprenticeships together, laughed together, fought each other, and did all the things that close brothers do with each other.
But John was the big brother, and he took that responsibility very seriously.
Even back then he lived by the moral code instilled in us by our father.
He always protected and looked after me when my ability to speak before thinking got me into trouble.
We went to an all-boys school and schoolyard melees were an everyday occurrence. I remember him standing toe-to-toe with another kid, with a devil-may-care smile on his face and enjoying himself.
In Grade 8 a Chinese kid joined our class. He was a really big guy and he and John shared a desk at the back of the class. When the teacher turned his back they would take turns punching each other on the arm … John used to complain at night that that guy hit too hard. But when some seniors ganged up on John’s playmate, John was there at his side backing him up. I still remember mum giving him what-for because he had a black eye, ripped shirt, and a silly grin on his face when he got home.
He never picked fights, but he always stood tall to protect anyone from bullies.
After completing our apprenticeships, I started travelling and kept playing, and John went the other way … married a fine lady, fathered four lovely children, and became an adult.
You only have to look at his children to know how successful he was at that.
He faced tragedy, but moved onto the next phase of his life.
John was far from perfect, as are we all.
He could be single minded to the point of obstinacy, which made him a pain in the butt at times.
But, God, I miss him.
There is a hole in my life now that will never be filled, and I find myself thinking of him constantly. So many memories of our childhood flash before my eyes.
Rest in peace, my brother.
Watching my dad eat half a dozen hamburgers at family beach barbecues and making us ice cream sodas
We love you Papa x
