On October 1st John Cochran departed this world and if he could have, he would have shouted ‘reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated’, as he did when being loaded into an ambulance after failing to remove a wooden Santa from the roof without also removing himself from the roof, rapidly and on top of his wife’s blueberry bushes (which never recovered), one January years ago.
Born in Canada to Marjorie and George Cochran, but moving to England when he was 2, John fondly remembers getting measles and having the whole ship to himself under quarantine. It might have been there that his love of boats and engines was born, and he eventually became an engineer in the Merchant Marines with Manchester Shipliners.
Despite this engineering background, John managed to be in denial about being color-blind and, ignoring strict instructions from his eldest child, attempted to re-wire a 1966 Mustang without her and set the whole wiring loom on fire. Irreverent and mischievous throughout his whole life, John managed to always see the sarcastic side of life. Whether it was telling his long-suffering children that the ice cream truck playing a song meant it was out of ice cream or maintaining that his proposal to his wife was an accident because he was drunk and meant to say ‘will you carry me’ he never failed to make people laugh (or groan and roll their eyes).
Left to sort through his enormous saw and hammer collection and vast array of sarcastic t-shirts are his daughters, Marian Hellstrom, Alexandra Cochran and his wife Marlou Cochran as well as his sister Jennifer Knox in the UK. John’s absolute favorite role was as ‘Papa’ to Mackenzie Hellstrom and she will forever be his favorite child.
No flowers are needed as John really was confused as to why people liked them but if you feel a need to donate please do so to Royal Columbian Hospital Foundation. What would have made him happy is for people to have a nice coffee and a poutine and reminisce about the decades of hilarious memories he has gifted them with.
A small celebration of life will be held on October 29th. Please contact his daughters directly for details. Sorry Gran & Grandpa G, over to you now to remind him that butterscotch pudding is not an actual meal.