Tyler Walker Hobson

Tyler Evan Walker Hobson

Agaashaanoquod - Little Cloud

Tyler was called home by The Creator on September 24, 2024 at the age of 32 years.

He will be lovingly remembered by his girlfriend Jacqueline Monkman, his mother Shirley Walker, his brothers and sisters, Cory Hobson Sr, Garry Hobson Jr (Cathy), Dale Garneau (Chrissy), Evelyn Garneau, Jessica Hobson, Gina Hobson, Charlene Walker-Hobson (Jason), Kayla Walker-Hobson (Bradley) and Milo Walker-Hobson (Roseanne) and his lifelong friends Preston Daniels and Jared Henry as well as his numerous nieces, nephews, relatives and friends.

Tyler was predeceased by his father Garry Hobson Sr, his sisters Peggy-Dawn Euchner and Candace Hobson, and by his grandparents, Joseph Charles Walker and Bertha Walker, Harry Hobson Sr. and Irene Scott.

Tyler was the youngest of 12 children. He was raised in Swan Lake First Nation, and resided in Somerset, Manitoba. He was an avid lover of Anime and Science fiction. He was really big into gaming online. He was a homebody and liked to stick to himself. You could usually find him at home, hanging out with mom and their faithful companion, Duck. (Mom's dog who he adored!) Or hanging out with his girlfriend, Jackie. He always had a good conspiracy story to tell us whenever we came around. He loved to reminisce about when he was a Camp Counsellor when he was in high school. It was one of his favorite things to remember. The times hanging out with all his high school buddies and telling crazy stories about the things they'd get themselves into. He was very close to my mother, Shirley Walker and our father, the late Garry Hobson Sr. We'll always have nothing but fond memories in our hearts. Tyler was a beautiful person, and we will treasure the days that we were given with him. Thank you to everyone who has helped our family at this tragic time. We are and will be forever grateful.

Traditional Wake service will be held on Monday, October 7, 2024 at Swan Lake First Nation Community Hall at 4:00p.m.  Traditional Funeral Service will be held on Tuesday, October 8, 2024 at the Swan Lake First Nation Community Hall with the feast commencing at noon.  Cremation will follow the service, and the family will lay Tyler to rest beside his Dad.

Adam’s Funeral Home of Notre Dame de Lourdes, Manitoba in care of arrangements.  Phone 204-248-2201.  To view the service details and leave condolences, please visit www.afh.ca

From as far back as I could remember, Tyler was always fiercely protected by all of us. He was the gem that we had to protect. I remember as a kid, I treated him as one of my own. I remember holding him in my arms as a little baby and letting him fall back and catching him. He would laugh so hard. I remember, even being that young, the love I felt in my heart for him? It was so strong. I KNEW I'd do anything for him. I always promised him I'd never let him fall. He was my baby until I had babies of my own. When we were in school, he'd be struggling but too ashamed to ask the teacher for help. He would have tantrums. It got to the point where all of my classmates knew that if someone knocked on the door, it was for me. My teachers all knew and understood, and I'd look at them and they'd nod. I'd jump up and go to his classroom. He'd be sitting there all upset and refusing to listen to anyone. I'd bend down next to him and I'd ask him what was wrong. I'd help him with whatever he struggled with and he'd be ok.... until the next knock. I always went though.

I remember how I'd be trying to go to bed and my door would open. He'd peek in and without staying a word, I'd lift my blanket. He'd smile his Tyler smile and he'd jump in and I'd cuddle him until we both fell asleep. I noticed that his episodes were starting to happen more often in school. I started reading him large chapter books. I'd teach him how to sound out words and he'd get so frustrated sometimes but I kept on. Every single night, he came for his bedtime story. One night I was sick and my throat hurt.... so I told him, "Why don't you read to me tonight??" He was scared but I encouraged him and made him feel super proud when we finally finished the night's chapter. After that, he'd come into the room with our Lord of The Rings book, and say, "Kayla?? Am I reading you a story tonight or do you wanna read?" I'd tell him, "No, go ahead Tyler! You're getting really good at it!" As he got a bit older, he stopped coming into my room for his bedtime story. I'd go and check on him and he'd have fallen asleep with his face in a book. He was so proud when his report card came back. That year, he was awarded Most Improved Student. It was the same way with drawing. He started drawing and would end up crumpling up his paper in frustration. He cried and asked me how I drew the way that I did, so I started showing him what I could. He gave up a few times but after he calmed down, he'd try again. I'd tell him, "No one is born being able to just draw. Everyone who does ANYTHING has to learn how to do it." He said it made sense. He went back to it. It got to the point where he was way better than me. He was even awarded The Artistic Award that year. Even just last month, when I was visiting with him and Jackie in Somerset, we were talking about it. We joked about how I regretted teaching him so much, now he thinks he's smarter than me."

I'll always remember my baby brother in the way that he was. He was a good guy with a kind heart. He loved his family. He struggled when our dad passed. Now daddy has him.... he's gonna be alright now. He is no longer lost..... Your fight is over little brother... until we meet again Ty! Love you always and forever!!!!