Billy Hobbs

Billy Dale Hobbs, 66, passed away Sunday, September 20, 2026 in Fort Worth. Funeral service will be held Friday, September 25, 2026 at 2 p.m. in Faith Center. Burial will follow in Newcastle Cemetery.

Billy was born January 11, 1960 in Olney to the late Garland Junior Hobbs and Nelda Faye (Thompson) Hobbs. A truly selfless man, a devoted father, a loyal friend, and a beloved member of the Newcastle community. Billy Dale Hobbs graduated from this life into eternity with Christ. Leaving behind a legacy of love that will never be forgotten. 

Raised in Newcastle, Texas, he was more than a lifelong resident—he was a staple of the community and a familiar face to many. Newcastle was not simply where he lived; it was home. He loved his town and his people. You typically could find him at the cafe, the school watching his grandkids play, under his carport or on the lot doing some kind of mechanic work...(most likely telling Dusty, Nate and Kellen how to fix something. Another place you could find him was at the cemetery mowing and tending to the graves and telling Ginny during break time for the fifteenth time where everyone was laid to rest. 

He was a man who gave freely and loved deeply. If someone needed something, he would find a way to help. He never needed recognition for what he did. His heart was simply wired to give, to protect, and to sacrifice for others. He would put his own needs aside to make sure someone else had what they needed. For 30 years, he was self-employed truck driver, building a life through hard work, determination, and perseverance. He knew what it meant to work with his hands, solve problems, and never give up when things got difficult. He was a fighter and had no quit in him. 

To his family, he was so much more. He was a protector, a provider, a teacher, a friend, and above all, the best dad in the world. His children knew they were loved—not just because he said it, but because of every sacrifice he made, every long day he worked, and every time he showed up. 

His door was always open and a chair available in his room for you to sit talk and watch wheel of fortune with him. He taught us to hunt, fish, drive a stick on an open hay field, and find God in the great outdoors. 

He had a way of finishing our sentences. Sometimes he knew what we were going to say before we ever said it. That was simply the way he was—he knew his people and it was his way of showing he was fully there and listening. He had a way of disagreeing with you that could make you laugh as well. 

Regardless of what you were working on, he would tell you that you were doing it wrong. You could explain, and then he would explain it back —only for us to realize that what he had just explained was exactly what you were doing all along. 

He could challenge you, teach you, aggravate you, make you laugh, and love you—all in the same conversation. He loved the outdoors. Hunting and fishing were not just hobbies; they were part of who he was. One of his favorite places to go chase elk was Platoro, Colorado. The mountains, the outdoors, the hunt, and the memories made there held a special place in his heart. 

He loved the simple things, too—including a good claw machine, so his grandchildren could have a stuffed animal. Those little moments, the laughs, the determination to win, and the memories made along the way will now become treasures and will forever have our dollar bills when we see one. 

He also cared deeply for his community. His love for Newcastle wasn’t just words. He gave his time and his heart to the people and place he called home, including caring for the cemetery—quietly serving in a way that reflected the kind of man he was. 

He didn’t do things for recognition. He simply did them because they needed to be done. His life was marked by quiet sacrifices, a generous heart, fierce loyalty, hard work, humor, stubborn determination, and a love that made people feel protected and cared for. 

He was the kind of man who would tell you when you were wrong but helped you figure it out, and then stand beside you while you finished the job. He was an amazing disciple. He would come for you in that little black can-am and say get in and take you on an adventure whether it be behind the school shooting skeets, driving around town reminiscing on his youth or going down to the river bed dragging Dusty's pregnant wife, while sick just to help him get a deer back to the house that he shot.....He took you along for the ride. 

He did life with you, he showed up for every game, he was loyal, faithful and true. He would walk through the door sit at the table and have a meal, laughter, conversation and play games, but don’t you dare feed him spaghetti! After Mom passed every meal was just “it’s alright” 😂 

His family will forever be grateful for the way he protected them, provided for them, taught them, laughed with them, and loved them. Though our hearts are broken by his absence, we hold tightly to the promise that he is now in the presence of the Lord. The same God who walked with him through every season of his life is now holding him safely in His arms. His earthly work is finished, but his legacy is not. 

It lives on in his family. It lives on in the friends he helped. It lives on in the community he served. It lives on in the stories told around fishing holes, hunting trips, deer blinds and hay fields. It lives on in the mountains of Colorado and it lives on in every person who was blessed enough to say: “I knew him. And he loved me.” He gave so much of himself to this world. Now we give thanks to God for the gift of his life. 

Rest easy, Dad. Rest easy, Peepaw. Rest easy, Brother. Rest easy, Bobcat. You loved deeply, sacrificed endlessly, protected fiercely, worked hard, taught us, made us laugh and never gave up. You will be loved and missed for the rest of our lives, and We hope Papa Pete does not give you to much heck for being late, but don’t worry grandmas there to protect you. Until we meet again in Eternity thank You for loving us!!!

Survivors include: daughter, Ginny Capps and husband, Kellen of Newcastle; son, Dusty Hobbs and wife, Haley of Newcastle; brother, Gary Don Hobbs of Newcastle; sister, Patty Hill of Dawson; grandchildren, Lexie Johnston and husband, Nate, Shelbie Soito and Dustin Rich, Ashlin Soito and Ryan Wright, Michael Soito and fiancé Natalie Spelman, Joseph Soito, McKinlee Youngblood and Silas Hobbs; great grandchildren, Raelynn, Georgia and Ellie “Smiley”.

He was preceded in death by brother, Ricky Gene Hobbs, sisters, Vicky Nell Hobbs and Cindy Ramsey, mother-in-law, Ginger Harden and father-in-law, George Pete Harden.

Memorials may be made to Newcastle Booster Club, P.O. Box 322, Newcastle, TX 76372 or Park Fund at Newcastle through City Hall.

Visitation will be held Thursday from 5 to 7 p.m. at Morrison Funeral Home.