Dedicated to the memory of Richard (Dick) Benson

This site is a tribute to Richard Benson, who was born on April 24, 1945. Richard died on February 21 2022, aged 76, in Lindsey Lodge Hospice, following a short stay in Scunthorpe hospital, where he was sadly diagnosed with incurable cancer.

Richard's wishes were to have a private cremation without a funeral service and that anyone wishing to make donations in his memory to donate to the NSPCC. He will be cremated on March 8 and at a later date his ashes will be scattered in the fields close to his home in Misterton, where his father's ashes are also scattered. Richard has spent many hours in these fields over the years, collecting blackberries, 'blue stalk' mushrooms and firewood. These 2 fields used to be part of the Benson family farm and in his younger years Richard would have helped look after the family's cows there, whereas on his most recent walks he would have been looking out for the deer that were often spotted there. When Richard's children were younger, the old pond site was gradually filled with bonfire materials ready for a big family bonfire celebration every November with Richard being chief firework operator!

Beryl and all of Richard's family are very upset after Richard was taken so suddenly but please, rather than sending flowers to Beryl, please donate to the NSPCC or Cancer Research in memory of Richard.

We would love you to share any particular memories of Richard on here as well as any photos, so we can all look back and be reminded of all the things Richard did in his life and all the people he knew.

With thanks from his wife Beryl, his children, James, Sarah, Polly and Andrew, his step-children Lucy and Sam and his grand-children (in age order) Roxanne, Ciara, Lola, Theresa, Leo, Kiki, Baya, Jessica, Beastie, Jack, Lily, Oren, Iyla and Connie.

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Perhaps I should have apologised for throwing that cup of tea over you as child but then you never did for hitting me over the head with a sweeping brush, which I was convinced had made my head loose! When I returned home after a month away in an isolation hospital, you were sat waiting for me on the wall outside our home with your favourite toys. However, as soon as I was out of the ambulance you changed your mind about the toys and I wasn't allowed to play with them. Oh happy days - nothing wrong with a little sibling rivalry. Love big sister Marjorie
Marjorie
20th March 2022
I remember when first met richard and well before i asked his daughter sarah to marry me, he was ever so friendly and welcoming and i never got the feeling he was wondering if this scruffy irish fella was good enough to marry his lovely daughter ! Instead he was more interesed in what kind of farming i did, what vegetables we grew, what tractors we had, what machinery we used, what the ground was like for growing vegetables in kent and many other insightful and interesting questions. Basically Richard was lovely and friendly and interested. Interested in family, interested in farming, interested in sport and happy to chat amicably about anything and happy to take you into one of his sheds to play a game of pool, or darts or rings or cards or many of the other games he had in his games shed. there were other sheds too, a normal garden shed, a tool shed, a wood work and other things shed, more than one log store shed and probably other little sheds i was never in ! In the last 2 years we had not been able to visit richard and beryl much due to covid so its with a sad heart to say good bye to Richard this way and i hope his ashes and friendly spirit find ther way back to the soil in the fields where his family farmed. lots of love to all Richards family. Martin
Martin
3rd March 2022
Big Brother, I see: - the twinkle in your eye and your cheeky grin, - your seat at the family’s table - the swing and the teasing - the cider and cigs, the pontoon and the poker, with your mates, round our table - the young mechanic in his greasy overalls - the grief you endured, - the laughter and fun - the pride as you walked down the aisle with your daughter - a dutiful son - the toys that you made for your grandchildren and mine. But I didn’t see the pain and that look in your eyes, didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. Now I imagine: - the sun on your face - the wind in your hair - the grass beneath your feet - the scent of the mown hay - Blue skies above and surrounded by nature, That’s where you are now, free as a bird. Jenny
Jenny
28th February 2022
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